I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He refered to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning...to the end.
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He noted that first came her date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But, he said, what mattered most of all
Was the "dash" between those years.
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(1934 1998)
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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.
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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.
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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.
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If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real,
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
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We'd be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more,
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
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If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile,
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
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So, when your eulogy's being read,
With your life's actions to rehash...
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
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Author~Unknown
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