The poem I wrote about was Slow Dance by Amy Bruce. Amy Bruce is a girl about my age with cervical cancer. She wrote this poem in the hospital. Apparently she gave it to one of the doctors, who then posted it on the web. It goes like this:
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 a fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance too 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 too 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 too 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's like an unopened gift...
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
...........
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 a fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance too 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 too 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 too 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's like an unopened gift...
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
...........
That peom is so beautiful! .....I think I might have had it e-mailed to me before or something, becuase I recognize it.
ReplyDeleteI don't recognize it, but that is a cool poem. I like the repeating 'chorus'.
ReplyDeleteThat's in awesome poem! It really takes on new meaning when you know the person who wrote it is a child with cervical cancer! It reminds me of a line in the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, where Baily (a twelve year old with leukemia) says that the one thing she is afraid of most is not having enough time.
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