The poem is called Slow Dance. The music is not my fault. Turn your sound off.
It is weird day here. It is sunny with some clouds around and it is in the 40s outside. It is off and on sleeting and then even snowing while the sun is shining. The part about slowing down and not running through the day resonates with me. My daughter is at a concert. My son is working. My wife and I are reading and not doing a whole lot this afternoon, but the chores are still running through my head. Time is short. 'Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die cause you never had time to call and say, "Hi?"'