Slow Dance

This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl
in a New York Hospital.

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.