A Poem I received in an Email

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I received this poem in my email today and I had to add it here for all to see. It really makes you stop and think. In my email it said it was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital  and then forwarded by her medical doctor .  I am not so sure how true that is, but regardless who worte it – it is just one of those things that mays you stop and say Hmmmmmm.

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/Her 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
Gif t….
Thrown away.

Life is not a
Race.

Do take it slower

Hear the
Music

Before the song is over.

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