This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer. She wants to see how many people get her poem. It is quite the poem Please read it .
Through chain of e-mail I have got this sad news:
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.It was sent by a medical doctor - Make sure to read what is in the closing statement AFTER THE 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 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.
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.
Dear All:
PLEASE Do some needful help. It is the request of a special girl who will soon leave this world
due to cancer. This young girl has 6 months left to live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to live their life to the fullest, since she never will.
She'll never make it to prom, graduate from high school, or get married and have a family of her own. By helping her you can give her and her family a little hope, to her treatment and recovery plan.
PLEASE PASS ON AS A LAST REQUEST.
-**************************************
Amita Pal, PhD, FNASc.,
Professor,
Plant Molecular & Cellular Genetics,
Bose Institute, Kolkata- 700054, West-Bengal.
Office Phone: 033-25693219(Office),
033-25693264(Lab),
Mobile 09830009846.
E.mail: amita@bic.boseinst.ernet.in
Fax: +91-033-23553886
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I tried to think that my number of days on this planet have been fixed. I shall die. Its terrible.What a mental agony/ helpless state......
For a writer---- I wish my fellow writers will come forward and do something that the girl can fight her death. We writers know no boundaries or border of political cause. this globe is mine and for all in common humanity.
----- Albert Ashok
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