Today, I received a forward from a friend and it is a poem that was apparently written by a terminally ill young teenage girl in a New York hospital. It was sent by a medical doctor.
I am sure that as regular email users we have had our share of chain mail however, there are prank mails and there are, although also chain mail and may not even be true, make us stop for a moment to give thought to the matter. This poem, Slow Dance, is just one such email.
Whether it was really written by a terminally ill girl, whether or not it was really her last request to have it forwarded to as many people as possible, I would like to share this poem to everyone.
This poem is especially applicable to people who have bee too caught up with somethings in life. it could be work, it could be computer games, it could be gambling or even writing sponsored posts.
I know that I am also guilty for not sparing time to friends who have requested for me to yum char with them but I always have something already lined up. But then now I ask myself, WILL I EVER have free time on my hands IF I do not MAKE time for these people? I think not.
So I am going to always remind myself with this poem to spare some time to other people who matter to me.
I am sure that as regular email users we have had our share of chain mail however, there are prank mails and there are, although also chain mail and may not even be true, make us stop for a moment to give thought to the matter. This poem, Slow Dance, is just one such email.
Whether it was really written by a terminally ill girl, whether or not it was really her last request to have it forwarded to as many people as possible, I would like to share this poem to everyone.
This poem is especially applicable to people who have bee too caught up with somethings in life. it could be work, it could be computer games, it could be gambling or even writing sponsored posts.
I know that I am also guilty for not sparing time to friends who have requested for me to yum char with them but I always have something already lined up. But then now I ask myself, WILL I EVER have free time on my hands IF I do not MAKE time for these people? I think not.
So I am going to always remind myself with this poem to spare some time to other people who matter to me.
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Have you ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You'd 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
And let a good friendship die
Because you never had the 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.
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