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Läste ett mejl jag fått från en kompis nyss och måste bara lägga in dikten som fanns i mejlet här. Dikten uppkom pga en tjej som har cancer ligger på ett sjukhus som heter New york hospital. Hon har bara ett halvår kvar att leva och därför skrev hennes läkare denna dikt. Åtminstone var det det som stod i mejlet.Tycker dikten är riktigt fin och tänkvärd så läs den gott folk och ta in innebörden!

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 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.