What is life,is full of care
We have no time to stand and stare
No time to stand and have a check
Where the roads lead and when they break
No time to stare and let them go
The things that have no sense at all
No time to see,when life we pass
Where is God and when we are blessed
What is life,if full of care
We don`t have whit whom to share...
the beginning is from the poem Leisure of W.H.Davis
