Last Dance

Slow
Dance 


This
is a poem
written by a teenager with cancer.

She wants to
see how many
people get her poem.

It is quite the poem
Please pass it 
on



This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a
New York Hospital.



It was sent
by

a medical doctor.




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 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.