I was reading Timothy Ferriss' “The 4-Hour Work Week” and came across this really beautiful poem from a terminally ill girl. I hope you'll take away as much, if not more, from this meaningful poem as I did.

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 better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told you 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 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 is not a race.
Do take it slower.

Hear the music
Before the song is over

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