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Makin Changes

   Tue, March 23, 2010 - 2:26 PM
The Dash Poem

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 the date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time
That she had spent alive on earth
And now only those who loved her
Knew what that little line was 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 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 life's actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?

© 1996 Linda Ellis


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Tue, March 23, 2010 - 2:40 PM
Very nice!
Tue, March 23, 2010 - 9:22 PM
I hope I never have to speak to your dash my friend but if I did today I'd have plenty to say all of it good!
Wed, March 24, 2010 - 11:35 AM
like this poem!! Have had a few people die unexpectedly this year. It's a good sentiment to keep in mind..