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This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital . It was sent by a medical doctor - Make sure to read what is in the closing statement AFTER THE POEM. 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 erra tic 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 a n d 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. ------------ -------- Dr. Dennis Shields, Professor Department of Developmental and Molecular Biology 1300 Morris Park Avenue Bronx , New York 10461 |
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i don't see anything after the poem but an address.....
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i stopped reading,after line one......
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is the closing statement the lines at the end? ------- -----
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Now there is a girl that I would be honored to sit with & talk 4 just a lil while.I would be certain 2 let her now how beautiful she is & how deeply insightful her letter is.She is truly magnificent & I am deeply saddened by the fact that she is terminally ill.God has a beautiful place in his kingdom that awaits her.
Godspeed!CyPoet |
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thank you all for posting such comments to this. I really wanted to share this with everyone, not just as a sick girls dying wish buit as true words to live by. thank you again
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