How Do You Live Your 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,
Be 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 love
her
Know what that little line is
worth.
.For it matters not how much we
own
The cars .. the house .. the
cash,
What matter is how we live and
love
And how we spend our
dash.
So think about this long and hard,
Are there thing 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
And how you spent your
dash?
- Author Unknown -