'Calling it a day' means to quit and go home. In our daily rat race world, sometimes, one would be tempted to call it a day. What would be better than being away on your own time, smelling the roses? That reminds me of one of my favourite poems, Leisure by William Henry Davies:
- 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 or cows.
- No time to see, when woods we pass,
- Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
- No 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.
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