The Dash 
The Dash
I read of a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the date on her tombstone
from the
beginning...to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
and spoke of the following date with a tear
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 car, 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,
(You could
be at "dash mid-range")
If we could just slow down long 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
is being
read
with your life's actions to rehash,
Would you be proud of the things they said
about how you spent your dash?
by Linda Ellis
check out more of Linda's poetry on her website!
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