SLOW DANCE

When I first came across this poem, it was attributed to a "terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital".   Certainly caught the eye and when reading it made you go Ahhhhhh.  Since then I have found the author to be a child pyschologist by the name of David Weatherford.  The poem is non the less powerful and a needed reminder to "take time to smell the roses" in this fast paced world.

 

 

 

Slow Dance

by David L. Weatherford

    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.