File-ID:  Poem-Dash-Only.txt
RJB-Rev:  10:00 AM 2/28/2005
... The Dash ...
[Arrive -> Depart]
A man spoke at a memorial service for a friend.
He referred to the dates on the tombstone
from the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of birth
and mentioned the following date with tears;
but, he said what matter most of all
was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time that
spent alive on our 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 their things you’d change today?
For you never know how much time is left
until that final day.
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 while.
When you’re 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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