SLOW DANCE

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

 
 
 
 
 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.