- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
This poem was written by a little girl in a New York hospital who was terminally ill with cancer, and I think she's died already, but I'm not sure.
Slowdance
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
The idea was that this thing was e-mailed to everybody, and the more people you sent it to the more money the American Cancer Society would donate to her treatment. Unfortunately, I think the original message was sent in August '03, and it said she only had six months to live. I'm not sure if you'll be able to convert that into a song, but I thought you should hear it anyways.