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 the date of her birth

And Spoke the following date with tears,

But he said what mattered most of all

Was the dash between the years.

For that dash represents all the time

That she spent alive on earth.

And now only those who loved her

Know what little line in worth.

For it matters not how much we own;

The cars, the house , the cash,

What matters most 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 more appreciation more

and love the people in our lives

Like we have 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 while.

So when your eulogy is being read

With your life’s actions to rehash

Would you be proud of the things they say

About how you spent your dash?

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