This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital. It was sent by a medical doctor -
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rainSlapping 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 dayOn 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 choresRunning 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 dieCause you never had timeTo 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 musicBefore the song is over.--------------------

Regards