Best Internet: Slow Dance

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

 Her last wish was to have as many people as possible to read her poem:

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.