Slow Dance

This is an e-mail which came to me a few years ago. This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer. She wants to see how many people get her poem. It is quite a poem. The e-mail said to pass it on. I did. I would ask you to do the same. It is the request of a special girl who has left the world. As her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to live their lives 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. PLEASE PASS ON AS A LAST REQUEST. It will only take a few seconds of your life.

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.