Slow Dance

Below is a poem that I read today that I thought I would share it with you. It is written by David Weatherford. Let me encourage you to take time and see the meaning in what this poem implies.

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground? Ever follow 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 because 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.