Today I received a mail with a nice but advising thoughts. So I thought of adding it here. As the mail explained, this poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.
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'd 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.
Update:
Today I got to know that the author of this poem is Mr. David L. Weatherford. Thanks for such a nice poem.
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'd 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.
Update:
Today I got to know that the author of this poem is Mr. David L. Weatherford. Thanks for such a nice poem.
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Nice poem....keep blogging!
ReplyDeleteYes I really like this poem as it teaches a a great lesson about the life.
ReplyDeleteYou all might like to know, this wasn't written by who it says it was....Take a look around
ReplyDeleteWho ever the author is, I really love this.
ReplyDeleteThe poem is actually from the pen of psychologist and writer David L. Weatherford (www.davidlweatherford.com).
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for the info about the poem, I'm going to add that to my post.
ReplyDeleteGreat Poem... going to put on our www.theinsolestore.com facebook page.
ReplyDeleteThanks