Thursday, 5 January 2012

Slow Dance

I listen to the radio every night before going to bed and while asleep. I started doing it when I listened to French radio when I was revising for my French GCSE. I gained a grade C in my exam and so thought this was a good way of learning and relaxing. It is a sort of comfort thing for me now. I do not listen to music much, mainly talk shows.
I first came across this poem or song that I would like to share about fifteen or so years ago. I believe it was a rumour that an email was sent out saying there is a little girl who had six months to live. People were asked to forward the email about her to as many people as possible because the American Cancer Society will give 3 cents per email to support her treatment. The email started with a poem titled “SLOW DANCE”. The email is signed with the name of a professor at Yeshiva University in New York. There are several versions of this email making the rounds of the internet. Some simply say this is a poem written by a dying girl. Others say the little girl gave it to a medical student. Others say the poem is being circulated by a doctor. The poem is actually from the pen of psychologist and writer David L. Weatherford.
Whatever the facts I love it and I first heard it late at night on a talk show. I could not remember what the poem was called but I emailed the show the very next day to find out what the poem was called and if could get a copy. Fortunately they replied. Here is the poem or song and hope you enjoy it as much as I did then and still do now ….
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round,
Or listened to rain slapping the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight,
Or gazed at the sun fading into the 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 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 friendship die,
'Cause you never had time to call and say hi?

You 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's like an unopened gift thrown away.

Life isn't a race, so take it slower,
Hear the music before your song is over.

1 comment:

  1. Funny I do live this poem in all the good and not so good. What a great reminder to keep focus!