 | 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 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
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth
And now only those who lover 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 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?
In loving memory of Jim Olson
By: Linda Ellis |  |
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