There’s a bit of homespun wisdom that says:
‘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 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’s an unopened gift thrown away.
Life isn’t a race, so take it slower
hear the music before your song is over.’