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.

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This poem has been sent around the world with the claim that it had been written by a dying child. In fact according to a website in which it is discussed, it was written by an adult.

Whatever the truth about its origin it remains a strikingly beautiful and wise poem with a message addressed to all of us, child or adult, living or dying.

The same message comes from the international slow food movement which began in Italy, the land of La Dolce Vita, in 1986.

Or as William Butler Yeats, Ireland’s most famous poet, puts it in his most famous poem:

“...peace comes dropping slow”

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The Poetry of Things

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