This is a poem
written by a teenager with cancer
She wants to see how many
people get her poem.
It is quite the poem. Please pass it on.
This
poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a
New York
Hospital , It was sent
by
a medical doctor
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
or 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.
This young girl has 6 months left
to live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling
everyone to
live their life to the fullest, since she never will.
She'll
never make it to prom, graduate from high school, or get married and have a
family of her own.
...
I am not neither in to you nor crossed by you , but how could you obsess my mind ?
How dare you are to fill my mind by your smile ?
How did it happen?
I remember all days I disliked you , I remember all words people were telling me to reduce this hatred !
How did I hate you when I didn’t know you?
How does it happen that you know me but I cant remember you?
You were even that much unimportant to me that I even don’t recall what I have told you in my conversation .
But , now….
I don’t feel any hatred !
I just remember I told a lie to you ..
I said it last week , yes ! it was last week …
I told you I never get used to any …
To be honest at the time I thought so ….
But now , I feel missing you ,
Missing your smile in my thought,
Missing your truth,
…
Some times it takes time to trust one another , and always it's just a second ...
that every thing diappears.
now , in this infinitesimal second you feel hell ...
and after this sole second you feel "how time flies"
the result would be an experience which is DONT TRUST ANYMORE.
but next time you trust you feel you are a man not following instrinct, not following wild world rules and not ...
you trust again and again and you convince yourself one by one.
here you are , a man with despair who has no chance not to trust.
well....