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 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 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's like an unopened
gift thrown away. Life is not a race, so take it
slower, hear the music, before the song is over.
- Author Unknown
