I don’t know about you, but I never feel I have enough time.
I’ve become fixated with the idea of taking enough time to stand still and take stock of something. Whether I’m spending time with family, or spending the afternoon finally doing that thing I love after months of being too busy, I feel as if moments keep slipping away from me because there’s always something else to think about, or somewhere else to be.
It feels almost impossible to take a few minutes to really soak things up and appreciate something.
I keep coming back to this classic poem by W H Davies titled Leisure, which opens with: ‘What is this life if, full of care / We have no time to stand and stare.’
He has a point, and I wholeheartedly agree with his sentiment – but in modern life it’s ever more difficult to take those moments Davies speaks of.
I felt compelled to write a response – so here it is!
One thought on “Poem | No Time”
Very poignant & true to everyday life.