Slow Dance
This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer.
She wants to see how many people get her poem. It is quite the poem.
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital .
This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer.
She wants to see how many people get her poem. It is quite the poem.
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.
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.
This wasn't written by a girl with cancer. The poem was written by David
L. Weatherford, not a teenager cancer patient! This email/poem thingy has been
going around since 1997, please if you ever get the email with this poem DO
NOT FOWARD IT.
While
this is a lovely poem i feel it takes 99.9% away from its could be beauty how
dare you David L. Weatherford utilize the pain,agony, and trauma that those of
us who have been forever scarred to the bone by a terminal illness that has
destroyed ,and, continuously destroys a great percentage of human beings, you
must be great at the limbo.
