Re: Bothered

A poem entitled 'Leisure' by WH Davies, if spoken with a Scottish accent as in a TV programme I cannot recall right now, is I find really fascinating to listen to.

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.

WH Davies

Re: Bothered

Half the time I only learn about things as I am typing them after reading about them!! Am I bothered? certainly not, keeps the old brain active.

Re: Bothered

Aye

Never trouble trouble till trouble troubles you.

Re: Bothered

I learnt that too late in life.