Šis ir dzejolis, ko uzrakstījusi pusaugu meitene, slima ar vēzi. Viņa vēlas redzēt, cik daudzi cilvēki izlasīs šo dzejoli. Tas ir sevišķs dzejolis. Lūdzu, pārsūtiet to tālāk.
Jaunā meitene dzejoli uzrakstījusi Ņujorkas slimnīcā. To ir izsūtījis viņas ārsts.
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
оn 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
аnd in your haste,
not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch
Let a good friendship die
‘cause you had never time
or 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 is like an unopened gift.... thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower.
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
Dārgie draugi: Lūdzu pārsūtiet šo dzejoli visiem, ko jūs pazīstat un pat tiem, ko nepazīstat! To ir lūgusi šī īpašā meitene, kura drīz pametīs šo pasauli. Šai meitenei ir palikuši kādi seši mēneši, ko dzīvot un viņas pēdējā vēlēšanās ir, lai izsūta šo dzejoli visiem ar vēsti dzīvot savas dzīves pilnībā, jo viņa pati to nevarēs izdarīt. Viņa nevarēs pabeigt augstskolu, apprecēties, iegūt savu ģimeni...
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