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,
> >But he said what mattered most of all
> >Was the dash between those years. (1934 -1998)
> >
> >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?
> >
> >Author Unknown

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