Subject: Slow Dance

This poem was written by a 6-year old terminally ill girl in a New York
hospital.

"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 go and the fly?
When you ask someone 'How are you?'
Do you hear their 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 son or daughter,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see their 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,
Its like an unopened gift.... thrown away.

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music...
Before the song is over."


--
Regards, Mark Jones \_|_/ Helios Studios
Jack-of-all-Trades --/___\-- Toledo, Ohio, USA
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