My youngest cousin sent this earlier, and boy did it tug at the heart strings. I was supposed to send it on as an e-mail, but I thought the impact would be as good on here. Feel free to forward it on.
This poem was written by a terminally ill young teenage girl in a New York hospital. It was sent by her doctor. Make sure you read the closing statement after the poem.
SLOW DANCE.
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go round?
Or listen to the rain
Slapping the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading light?
You better slow down.
Don't dance too 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
Because 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's like an unopened gift.........
Thrown away.
Life is not a race, do take it slower
Hear the music, before the song is over.
This young girl has 6 months to live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to live their lives to the fullest, since she never will.
American Cancer Society will donate 3 cents per name to her treatment plan.
So, to those people I sent the e-mail to, send it on. If you didn't get the e- mail, let me know, and I'll send it.
