Month: September 2007

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