I found this in an e-mail forward....claiming to be composed by a terminally-ill girl, whose last wish was to see how many people would receive her poem before she dies, so that she can convey to them how she thinks people should spend their lives (supposedly they are tracking the forwards to calculate the number of recipients).....
I definitely don't know if its just another ploy to illegally obtain e-mails by those omniscient spammers,or if it really is what it claims to be---an email sent to respect the last wishes of a dying person...
But I really found the poem to be somewhat endearing...
Usually I'm not the sensetive or sentimental type...but I thought that posting it here would make it a better way of honoring the last wishes of the author.......
so, here goes.....
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 yourbed
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.
Did you like that?
waiting for your comments.....
till then..
signing off...
Rishi......
7 comments:
the poem really touched my soul.................magnificiently
written reflecting someone's lost time and things that would never reappear in present ...........................but only the memories which will bind past and present ......"till we finally realise that music is over"
Nice poem.. Whoever wrote it did a nice job. Thnks for sharing.. :)
pretty goood.....i recieved dat forward too....thanx...for making me...read it 'gain..
The poem is undoubtedly nice but nicer are your feelings Rishi that made you post this in your blog...
Nice, but a bit cliche. But, then, it's a forwarded thing, you said. I might have just read it somewhere else!
[i]Thats the thing i plan to do everyday,but forget to follow it...
A moving poem.
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