Henrik Bernström

En liten, döende cancer-sjuk tonårsflicka på New York Hospital skrev denna dikt och en efterföljande kommentar, väl värd att begrunda.

“SLOW DANCE

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 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.

Henrik Bernström Filosofi