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           BEFORE IT 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.

          This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.

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