Slow Dance

I received an email today that I wanted to share with you. It is a poem written by a teenager with a terminal diagnosis.

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 fight?
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 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 a haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say ‘hi’
You 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.

She wrote this poem with 6 months left to live. Her wish was to share it with as many people as possible reminding them to live life to the fullest. (since she will not be able to)

I know most of my blogs seem to have this theme, but it is very important to me to sieze every opportunity. I hope it is important to you too.