Some Junk is Beautiful
Someone sent me this very inspiring poem:
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’d 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.
Unfortunately, along with the poem came a claim that it was written by a young girl with a terminal illness and that the American Cancer Society will donate 3 cents for every person it is forwarded to. This is of course false, as are most (if not all) of such claims (which I’ve blogged about before), but the poem itself was too good not to share.
If you receive this type of message and feel compelled to share it with your friends, please just forward the poem or story or post it on your blog, and delete all the nonsense. As stated on the website BreakTheChain.org:
"… the first step to reducing the amount of junk out there is to stop sending it yourself."
