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