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 and 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.

'Leisure' by William Henry Davies

While in London over the weekend...it struck me just how fast that city moves. Everybody is in a hurry...even the frickin escalators move faster then they do in manchester! As you walk through the crowds, you are dragged along, forced to move at the same pace. When i decided enough was enough and i started to stroll through this speeding city..i suddenly started to see things. The 2 homeless men at the side of the street, happy that they had each other's company, the mother feeding her two children crisps as they sat on a wall dressed as angels. This poem kinda expressed how i felt that day :-)