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The Dash,
by Linda Ellis
I read
of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
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 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 to be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in out lives
Like we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that is special dash
Thank
you ladies for sharing your dash with us. |
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