We have no time for children, we have no hour for these, We are the very busy, and life we hurry through; The world is full of pleasures, of riches we may seize -- We have no time for children, we have so much to do. The little children hunger, but not for what we win, They have their little longings, but this they hunger for: The family a circle, that all may gather in, The merry evening playtime, the romp upon the floor. The growing son his father so wistfully desires, And, oh, the little secrets our daughters long to share! Perhaps we would be richer, be better mothers, sires, By giving less of money and giving more of care. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAR THAT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK by JAMES GALVIN BEFORE A PAINTING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS STREET WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG EPITAPH: FOR A VIRGIN LADY by COUNTEE CULLEN THE WINDING BANKS OF ERNE; OR, THE EMIGRANT'S ADIEU TO HIS BIRTHPLACE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |