THE DASH
I heard of the man who got up to speak at a memorial to his friend,
He mentioned dates on her tomb stone, 1934-2000, the beginning and the end.
The first of course, recorded her birth, the second he spoke with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all was the dash between the years.
For the dash represented the time that she had spent on earth,
And now only those close to her knew what that was worth.
What does it matter what we own, the cars the house, the cash?
What counts is how we live and love; just how we spend our dash.
So think about it while you can; are there things you’d like to change?
You never know what time you’ve left to try and rearrange.
Just take more time to listen, understand how others feel,
Getting the priorities right on what is lasting, true and real.
Be less ready to sit in judgement; show appreciation more
of the people in our lives who we’ve taken for granted before.
Treat everyone with due respect; more often wear a smile,
Recalling that this little dash might only last a while.
So when you’re eulogy’s being read, a life time to re-hash,
Will you be proud of the things they’ll say about how you spent your dash?
ANON
Love and energy,
Liz and Jessica x
