This poem was supposedly written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital. It is making the rounds on the internet as a chain letter. While I don’t ascribe to chain letters, this poem espouses a philosophy that’s important – especially to those of us who enjoy our natural surroundings. Enjoy….
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.
It never made sense to me that a child could have written it, dying or not. Little kids usually aren’t that introspective and just don’t write that well.
Slow Dance was not written by a fictional dying child. It was written by an adult male, David L. Weatherford, and it was ripped off/hijacked while Mr. Weatherford was stripped of credit – to be used in a dying kid hoax.