I hate forwarded emails. I just hate when someone sends me something while they also send it to a bunch of other people asking me to send it to someone else in order ‘not the break the chain or you’ll die within 10 days’. It’s really stupid. BUT… I just read something I feel I should post here – I’m not even forwarding it, besides barely no one reads what I write here (hehe), so it’s ok. I don’t know how much to believe its background, but it’s said it’s written by a terminally ill girl dying from cancer in a New York hospital. But it doesn’t really matter who wrote it, what’s important is the poem itself and its message. So just read it and shut up for a while…
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.
