This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital with cancer. It was sent by a medical doctor in an email.
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.
When I received this email, it said she had six months to live, that was back in July of 2006. As her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to live their life to the fullest, since she never will. She’ll never make it to prom, graduate from high school, or get married and have a family of her own. She wanted to see how many people would receive her poem. She is probably gone now, but hopefully with the emails that were sent, her memory and the continued work of finding a cure for cancer will continue on.