In the days of the cave,
The man went out to hunt,
And
when he had bagged his prey,
He then had time for art.
In
the days of the little farm,
There were the seasons of rest,
And
watching the cattle and sheep,
Surely was less stress,
And
there was time for dreams.
Nowadays, you have to work every
day,
And maybe get one day of rest,
But with the stress and
the worry,
The countless other things to do,
There just
isn't time for dreams and art.
Posted: 2007-06-22 09:16:55