The Dash
The Dash by Linda Ellis
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 endHe noted that first came her date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those yearsFor 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 whats 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 lifes actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
