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
in 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
throughout 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.
(Above poem is said to be written by a small girl who is suffering from Cancer. I especially like the lines marked in bold above)
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
in 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
throughout 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.
(Above poem is said to be written by a small girl who is suffering from Cancer. I especially like the lines marked in bold above)
1 comment:
hi friend,
I've read it earlier.
it really touches the chords and make us stop and slow down..
I believe it should be kept wherever your eye goes in work place and in driving and at home.. will make wonders
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