Some Very Special Words

Posted on December 17, 2007. Filed under: Inspiring Each Other | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |

My last couple of posts have been about surviving the hustle and bustle of the holidays. It is true that our “to-do” lists seem to grow by leaps and bounds and there’s never enough time to get it all done.

However, just when I was beginning to hyperventilate holiday style, I got this poem from a friend. A teen-age girl, who has cancer and is thought to have about six months to live, wrote the piece. She will never need to run around shopping, decorating, or preparing holiday meals. Nor will she ever graduate from high school, marry, have children of her own, or fret over wrinkles and age spots.

Her words seem especially appropriate this time of year. They are a reminder to savor these special moments and give thanks for just how blessed most of us truly are.


Have you ever watched kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground?


Have you 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.

And the music won’t last.


Do you move through each day

Running 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.

And 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.

And 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

Throughout your day,

It’s like an unopened gift…

That’s thrown away.


Life is not a race.

So do take it slower

Be sure to hear the music

Before the song is over.



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Thank you for that, it is so true. I’m glad I slowed down and took the time to read your blog today.

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