Slow Dance

Author's Note: This was written by a terminally ill girl. She had cancer, and six months or less to live. PLEASE pass this on to everyone you know- preferably through email- and even to those you don't. The author of this poem, the girl, wanted, as her last dying wish, to tell everyone to live their life to the fullest. Because she never will. Most likely, she won't graduate from high school, go to prom, or get married and have a family of her own.

 By you sending this to as many people as possible, you can give her and her family a little hope, because with every name that this is sent to, The American Cancer Society will donate 3 cents per name to her treatment and recovery plan. One guy sent this to 500 people! So I know that we can at least send it to 5 or 6. It's not even your money, just  your time!

**I can take absolutely NO credit for this poem. It does not belong to me; I just wanted to share this beautiful poem as well as the author's sad predicament with the rest of the world**

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 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'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.

***

Please, please, if you haven't read the beginning, the Author's Note, please read it. It is a huge part of this poem, and why it's on Wattpad. Thank you.