This is a poem written
by a teenager with cancer.
She wants to see how
many people get her
It is quite a poem,
please pass it on.
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.
Shared by Sara Troy
