Slow Dance

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

Slow Dance
Have you ever watched kids
on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
slapping 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 here a reply?
When the day is done
do you lie in 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?
Every last touch,
Let a good friend 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 the fun of getting there
When you worry and hurry through your day
It is like an un opened gift...
thrown away
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower.
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

It is the request of that special little girl to have everyone live to the fullest!

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