I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
Her referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning…. To the end.
He noted that first came her the day 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 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 arranged.
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 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 that they say,
About how you spent your dash?
(Source: chlrdz)
