Senath Mo.Class of '58
Slow Dance
The following poem was written by a young terminally ill girl
lying in a New York Hospital.
It was Internet Posted
by
Dr. Dennis Shields, Professor
Department of Developmental and Molecular Biology
1300 Morris Park Avenue
Bronx, New York 10461
We received it (via email) from Shirley Collins Rickman on 9-5-02
Have you ever watched kids playing 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?
Perhaps you'd better slow down and not dance so fast.
Because time is short and the music won't last.
Do you run through each day as if 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 a hundred chores running through your head?
Perhaps you'd better slow down and not dance so fast.
Because time is short and the music won't last.
Ever told your child, “ We'll do it tomorrow”
and in your haste, not see the sorrow?
Ever-lost touch, and let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time, to just call and say, "Hi"
Perhaps you'd better slow down and not dance so fast.
Because time is short and the music won't last.
Every time we run so fast to get somewhere
we've miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
it is like an unopened gift.... being thrown away.
Life is like a race, but we can take it slower,
and listen to the music, before the song is over.