La Verguensa

Slow Dance

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-goround,

Or listened to the rain slapping the ground?

Ever follow a butterflies 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 better slow down.

Don’t run 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’s like an unopened gift thrown away.

Life is not a race,

do take it slower.

Hear the music,

Before it is over.

This poem was sent to me by a teenager with terminal cancer (in 2007)