Slow down , Don't move too fast

Written by a terminally ill eight year old girl at a New York hospital:

Ever watched children on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to rain slapping the ground?
Ever gazed at a butterfly's random flight?
Or followed the sun into the night?

You better slow down, Don't dance so fast.
Our time is short, The music won't last.

Do you speed through days Forever 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 Stuck in your head?

You better slow down, Don't dance so fast.
Our time is short, The music won't last.

Do you tell your child "We'll do it tomorrow,"
And Then in your hurry, Do you see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch and Let a good friendship die,
'Cause you had no time To call, say "Hi"?

Do you run, run, run Worry-hurry all day?
And treat life like an unopened Gift thrown away.
You better slow down, Don't dance so fast.
Our time is short, The music won't last.

Life's not a race, so Take it slower.
Enjoy the tune Before it's over.