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How Do You Live Your Dash? |
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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. |
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He noted that first came her date of birth And spoke the following dates with tears, But he said what mattered most of all Was the dash between those years. (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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And 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 more 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 action to rehash... Would you be proud of the things they say About how you spent your dash?
~Linda Ellis~ |
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