An
old poem has resonated with people through the years. The author is unknown,
but the themes addressed have stood the test of time:
How Do You Live Your Dash?
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 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 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'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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