This morning I was doing a book review that began with a poem written by Welsh poet W.H. Davies. The poem got me thinking about how life has changed since March 2020.
I find myself spending more time living in the moment… one positive for an otherwise awful year.
The photo shows my mom and uncle who died this year. Along with my grandfather who died when he was my age (60).
Here’s the poem:
Leisure (1911) by W.H. Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.