Slow Dance, a 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 light?

You’d better slow down

Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won’t last.

Do you run through

the day on the fly?

When you asked “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

D`ont dance so fast.

Time is short

The music won’t last.

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 function

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.

Dedicated to a terminally ill young girl.