SLOW DANCE

This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.

It was sent by a medical doctor - Make sure to read what is in the closing
statement

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
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.

DARKNESS

Sitting in the dark
Moonbeams on my face
The arrow hit its mark
Feeling so alone; feel so out of place.

Desperately seeking answers but no one to ask
Life now sems to be an ill-burdened task.
Helplessly wearing my heart on my sleeve
Constantly praying that this pain would soon leave.

Drops of Sadness falling from my eyes
Broken dreams covering the blackened skies.
Wanting to run so far, far away
Wishing that Oblivion would greet the dawning day.

Thinking back on the time gone by,
Wondering exactly where things went awry.
Detesting that I just could not see
That I am the one who brought this affliction upon me.

Desiring so much to just move on,
Wanting so badly for the pain to be gone.
Hoping endlessly that I could just forget you,
Realizing at last, nothing you said was ever true.

Quietly questioning why it had to be me;
Did I really deserve your cold cruelty?
Sitting alone with my thoughts tearing me apart,
Why did you aim your arrow straight at my heart?

ROSES

I Got A Dozen Roses
From A Friend The Other Day
But I Only Have 1 Left
For I Gave Them All Away

I Gave One To My Sister
Who To Me Is Very Dear
In Hopes That It Will Bring To Her
A Little Floral Cheer

One Went To A Friend
I Haven't Known For Very Long
She Struggles, So In Some Small Way
I Hope This Helps Her Carry On

I Took One To A Friend
Who's Not Feeling Very Well
The Flower Or The Visit
Which Helped More I Could Not Tell

The Rest Went To The Ones
Who've Helped Me In So Many Ways
They Have Been A Cheerful Presence
On My Dreary Days

The Roses Were So Pretty
I Just Could Not Keep Them All
Except One Single Bud Standing
Beautiful And Tall.

My Friend Gave Me The Flowers
To Help Brighten Up My Day
But The Biggest Joy I Received
Was Giving Them Away