There Isn'T Time

There isn't time, there isn't time
To do the things I want to do,
With all the mountain-tops to climb,
And all the woods to wander through,
And all the seas to sail upon,
And everywhere there is to go,
And all the people, every one
Who lives upon the earth , to know.
To know a few, and do a few,
And then sit down and make a rhyme
About the rest I want to do.

by Eleanor Farjeon

Comments (3)

Aww is that about me? ? ? lol jk great poem tho. I totally feel confused as well so this fits perfectly.
wow! Andrew this is so good, is it about somebody that you love? Tell me about it
I found this elegant and haunting. Thanks.