Slow Dance
>This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York
>Hospital.
>It was sent by a medical doctor -
>SLOW DANCE
>Have you ever watched kids
>On a merry-go-round?
>Or listened to the rain
>Slapping on the ground?
>Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?
>Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
>You better slow down.
>Don’t dance so fast.
>Time is short.
>The music won’t last.
>Do you run through each day
>On the fly?
>When you ask How are you?
>Do you hear the reply?
>When the day is done
>Do you lie in your bed
>With the next hundred chores
>Running through your head?
>You’d better slow down
>Don’t dance so fast.
>Time is short.
>The music won’t last.
>Ever told your child,
>We’ll do it tomorrow?
>And in your haste,
>Not see his sorrow?
>Ever lost touch,
>Let a good friendship die
>Cause you never had time
>To call and say,"Hi"
>You’d better slow down.
>Don’t dance so fast.
>Time is short.
>The music won’t last.
>When you run so fast to get somewhere
>You miss half the fun of getting there.
>When you worry and hurry through your day,
>It is like an unopened gift….
>Thrown away.
>Life is not a race.
>Do take it slower
>Hear the music
>Before the song is over.
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