Slow Dance...

Ever feel like life is so busy, your missing out on what its really all about... well I`ve been feeling this way quite alot lately. I am so busy doing stuff, but am I missing out on what life is really about....This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital . I think she somewhat `gets it`....

Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rainSlapping 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 dayOn 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 downDon'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 hissorrow?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 somewhereYou 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.