What is this life?

Found this from a fellow poet. Time – relentless ticker!

Made of sticks and stones

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

To pick our nose or scratch our arse,

To wonder at the human farce.

*With thanks for the inspiration supplied by the wonderful poem Leisure by W. H. Davies

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