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