Tuesday, April 26, 2011

a poem written by a terminally ill girl in a hospital


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 & 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 of the fun of getting there.

When you worry & 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

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