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Sweet Poem
Thursday, February 14, 2008 || 7:54 PM

Just received this poem by email. . It has been going around for quite some time... It is written by a terminally ill young girl in a hospital in New York.She wanted to send a letter telling everyone to livae their life to the fullest, since she never will.She'll never make it to prom, graduate from high school, or get married and have a family of her own.She knows the value of these things and wants us to know as well.. Hope you find this meaningful!


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.