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







[B]It! was sent by a medical doctor - Make sure to read what is in the closing statement AFTER THE POEM. [/B]









[B]SLOW DANCE[/B]









[B]Have you ever watched kids[/B]








[B]On a merry-go-round?[/B]








[B]Or listened to the rain[/B]








[B]Slapping on the ground?[/B]








[B]Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?[/B]



[B]Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?[/B]








[B]You better slow down.[/B]








[B]Don't dance so fast.[/B]








[B]Time is short.[/B]








[B]The music won't last.[/B]









[B]Do you run through each day[/B]








[B]On the fly?[/B]








[B]When you ask How are you?[/B]








[B]Do you hear the reply?[/B]








[B]When the day is done[/B]







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[B]Do you lie in your bed[/B]








[B]With the next hundred chores[/B]








[B]Running through your head?[/B]








[B]You'd better slow down[/B]








[B]Don't dance so fast.[/B]








[B]Time is short.[/B]








[B]The music won't last.[/B]









[B]Ever told your child,[/B]







[B]We'll do it tomorrow?[/B]








[B]And in your haste,[/B]








[B]Not see his sorrow?[/B]








[B]Ever lost touch,[/B]








[B]Let a good friendship die[/B]








[B]Cause you never had time[/B]








[B]To call and say,"Hi"[/B]








[B]You'd better slow down.[/B]








[B]Don't dance so fast.[/B]








[B]Time is short.[/B]








[B]The music won't last.[/B]








[B]When you run so fast to get somewhere[/B]








[B]You miss half the fun of getting there.[/B]








[B]When you worry and hurry through your day,[/B]








[B]It is like an unopened gift....[/B]








[B]Thrown away.[/B]








[B]Life is not a race.[/B]








[B]Do take it slower[/B]








[B]Hear the music[/B]








[B]Before the song is over.[/B]