email from Milroy De Silva.
> 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.
>
