A gentleman stood up to speak,At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates in his obit,From the beginning till the end.
He stated, first, the date of birth,Spoke the ending date with tears.
But, he said what mattered most of all,Was the “dash” between those years.
For the “dash” represents the span of time,Our friend spent, alive, on earth.
And only those who knew him,Know what that little “dash” is worth.
For it matters not how much we own.The cars… the house… the cash.
What matter most of all in life,Is how we live our “dash”.
Think about this long and hard,As you live and love and laugh.
Is the something you would like to change,About your epitaph?
Can we be less quick to anger?Show appreciation more?
And love the people in our lives,Like we’ve never loved before?
So, greet everyone with a friendly nod,And present them with a smile.
For your “dash” may only last you,For a precious little while.
And when your eulogy is read,And your life’s work is re-hashed;
You’ll be proud of all the things they say. About how YOU lived your “dash”.
