Slow Dance

While cleaning up my email tonight I came across this one Laura Martin sent to me June 2009. I thought it was a good reminder for the coming year.


"This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a
New York Hospital . It was sent by a medical doctor -

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."