söndag 31 oktober 2010

Slow dance


Den här dikten skickades till mig för någon vecka sen. "Den enda dikten du behöver läsa i ditt liv" stod i meddelandet. Tyvärr glömde jag publicera dikten efter jag hade fått den, men nu under helgen dök den upp igen. Idag fick jag också reda på att min farbrors tillstånd försämrats, det är inget jag pratat om, men jag kände att den här dikten kan faktiskt passa in just nu.

Dikten heter Slow dance av David L. Weatherford

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 gone
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 you 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 the 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.

Foto: Arad Hosseini

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