This is a very nice poem that I by chance found it in an old book. It was written by William H. Davies (born 1870). I sincerely send it to you. And I really wish you all have time to do what your hearts pursue.

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 and cows.
Not time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
Not 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.