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For mange år siden fikk jeg tilsendt dette diktet på e-mail av en gammel bekjent.
Jeg husket at det traff meg. Hvorfor jeg plutselig skulle komme på akkurat dette diktet idag og søke det opp igjen på internet, tja det er ikke godt å si. Men jeg tok meg i å tenke at jeg ikke lenger er like flink til å leve i nuet som jeg burde være. Jeg var flinkere før. Diktet heter "Slow dance poem" Du har kanskje også vært borte i det før?

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'd 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.