This Poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a
New York Hospital . It was sent By A medical doctor -
Be sure to read the caption AFTER THE 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.
Please send this along, for the dear girl.
She only had 6 months to live.
She never went to prom,
To college,
Never was a mother.
Yet there was one thing she always reminded me when I reached rock-bottom;
Suicide it a permanent Solution to a temporary Problem.
Please listen to the music, and pass this on.
