"The Dash
I read of a man who stood to speak
At
the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her
tombstone
From the beginning..to the end.
He noted that first came her
date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears, 1964-1994
But he
said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on
earth..
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is
worth.
For it matters not, how much we own;
The cars..the house..the
cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard.
Are there things you”d like to
change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be
rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what”s true and
real,
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the
people in our lives
Like we”ve never loved before.
If we treat each other
with respect,
And more often wear a smile..
Remembering that this special
dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy”s being read
With your life”s actions to
rehash..
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent
your dash?