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.

Every week it is likely that you receive an E-mail forwarded from a friend featuring some kind of poem talking about life issues.  Often photos of cute animals and children are attached.  Sometimes you are advised to forward the E-mail on to your friends so that you can cheer them up, or avoid some kind of chain E-mail curse.

In the case of the poem Slow Dance the poem can be traced back to a poet who shares his work on the Internet.  It is a poem worth reading, even if you do not forward it on.

Slow Dance

© David L. Weatherford

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 your song is over.

Image:  BCfamily.ca
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