Slow Dance

I was emailed this poem last week and often being so busy, I don't take the time to read things like this. But this one got my attention. It was written by a teenage girl in America who had cancer and had six months to live. I thought I'd share it with you because often we are so busy and miss out on those small, but important events in life.

Slow Dance

Have you watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground
Ever followed a butterflys' 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 the 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

Debbie