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 poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in
hospital.
It is the request of this special little girl who
will soon leave this world as she has cancer.
This
little girl has just a short time to live, and as her dying wish,
She wanted to tell everyone to live
their life 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.
By you sending this to as many people as possible,
you can fulfill her dying wish.
Please send this to everyone you know or
don't know.
