Dikt

En dikt har landat i min mailbox.
Den uppges vara skriven av en tonårstjej i New York. Flickan har drabbats av cancer som inte går att hejda.
Jag vet inte hennes namn, mer om historien eller dess sanningshalt, men här är dikten vars budskap vi nog kan behöva lite till mans, oavsett hälsotillstånd.

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 seen 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.