What is this life if, full of stats,
We have no time to sit for chats.
No time to lie beneath the skies
And chat, to listen and advise.
No time to think, when days we pass,
“We must enjoy this while it lasts”
No time to spend a sleepover night
Watch darkness turn then into light
No time to see to friendly faces,
And experience their warm embraces.
No time to wait till laughter brings
An appreciation of simple things.
A poor life this if, full of stats,
We have no time to sit for chats.
/blatant plagurism
On the bookshelf: W. H. Davies ~ Leisure
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