WIP

When the poet asks ‘What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare,'

We should rouse him from his soporofic stance.

For if there is no beauty where people glance

There is 'No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows'.

We should rouse him from his soporofic stance.

For if there is no beauty where people glance

We should make such beauty so that all can see

For beauty should not be reserved for just you and me.

So put down the pen, and pick up the sword,

For, in action it is steel that is mightier than the word

and only spanner and pump that will give clean water to the world

Let us take food from the lands of the richest countries

And say no when asked to 'Do you want that with fries'

And give that food to the half of the world that go hungry.

Let us not look for beauty in the humble places

And not just in art galleries and expensive palaces

But seek out the the squalor everywhere

And make it beautiful too.

Only then should we rest, and stand and stare

At the beauty we made, ......

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.