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







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









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 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 gift....








Thrown away.








Life is not a race.








Do take it slower








Hear the music








Before the song is over.