[Read off an email] Slow Dance

I was clearing my mailbox the other day and found this email with a beautiful poem:

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.

Old Frame, New Lens

The frame;
A gift from my aunt years ago, more than a decade;
Used to be a pair of sunglasses, of a considerable brand.

The lens;
Transitional under ultra-violet light, more than a hundred;
Left for long-sighted and right for short, of a considerable astigmatism.

Special thanks;
Allan Toh of Admiralty Optical, more than experienced fifteen;
Block 678A Woodlands Avenue 6, of a considerable quality service.

Received this poem via an email; for my friends...

If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
And share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue.

If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own;
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone.

If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
Are impossible for me.

I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there...

A poem read off a book...

Magic Word
You may know me
I'm your constant companion
I'm your greatest helper
I'm your heaviest burden
I will push you onward or drag you down to failure
I am at your command
Half the tasks you do can be turned over to me
I'm able to do them quickly, and
I'm able to do them the same every time
I'm easily managed... all you have to do is be firm with me
Show me exactly how you want it done
After a few lessons, I'll do it automatically
I am the servant of all great men and women, and of course
servant of all the failure as well
I've made all the great individuals who have ever been great
And I've made all the losers, too
I work with all the precision of a computer and the
intelligence of a human being
You may run me for profit,
or you may run me to ruin
It makes no difference to me
Take me
Be easy with me and I will destroy you
Be firm with me and I'll put the world at your feet
Who am I?
I am Habit