Please don’t offer derogatory comments about this mans shape. I am not posting this picture to for that purpose. I am offering it as a strange narrative on life. We have no time to stand and stare… It is from a poem called Leisure by W.H. Davis and first published in 1911. The poem is about the fact that the fast pace of modern life results in man having no time to enjoy the sights of nature which has a negative effect on the human spirit.
