Dear friends, there is a young, terminally ill girl in a New York hospital who has only 6 months to live. She asked her doctor to send the following poem to as many people as possible.
Slow Dance
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on to the ground?
Have you 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 one hundred chores running through you head?
You 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 because you never had time to call and say "Hello?"
You 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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Sending healing prayers and comfort
to the sick little girl who sent this poem.
Love, Inda
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