21/9/2002

This poem is written by a terminally ill young girl in a new york hospital:

Have you ever watched kids on the 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'd 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 your 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 frienship die

'Cause you never had time

To call and say "Hi"?

You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast.

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.

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