A Beautiful Poem: Slow Dance

I read this poem... and it's so beautiful, I almost cried. I first received it as an e-mail, and I suddenly thought of it, so I Googled it and read it again. It was written by a girl who was terminally ill with a fatal form of cancer. (I received the e-mail a year ago, so I don't know what her situation is now, so please pray for her.) I don't even know her name. Please read the poem. It's a real wake-up call.

This is not a joke or chain letter as such but a beautiful poem, and a lesson for us to consider.This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital. It was sent by a medical doctor - Dr. Yeou Cheng Ma. Please do what you can to help fulfill this young girl's dream by also reading what is in the closing statement AFTER THE 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 night?
You'd 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.

Dear All:
PLEASE pass this mail on to everybody you know. It is the request of a special little girl who will soon leave this world as she has cancer.

It really made me think. Real poetry comes from the heart. In true feelings: sadness, grief, love, hate, happiness.

Enjoy what you can. While you can.