"Leisure" 
     by William Henry 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.

Recently, my father kept on repeating this poem into my ears.

Is that sarcasm ?! He knows that I have an upcoming STPM examination.

And yet he tells me to stand and stare !

But I know he meant to say I should just relax and don't stress up.

"You have higher mountains to climb, girl. This is just a small hill. Buck up now."

And that is my lovely father, always there to slap some sense into me.

What am I doing now? I'm just going to stand and stare into oblivion....