P.F.: Farjeon

23 a.m.  I wonder how many of these things will actually be complete by the end of the day.

It's 8:23 a.m. I wonder how many of these things will actually be complete by the end of the day.

When I looked at my to-do list for today, a Summer Friday, a day I am not working, I realized that it’s too ambitious and unrealistic. Hence, this poem from Eleanor Farjeon:

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.

Click here to read the rest of Farjeon’s Poem.

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