Something that Has Got Nothing to Do with April's Fool

"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.

My English teacher in high school taught me this poem.
And of course, it carries not significance to me at that time.
But today, out of nowhere, the lines just emerged in my mind
and its meaning appeared so real to me.
Indeed 'A poor life this if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare'.