by Linda Ellis
At the funeral of a friend.
He told of the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end.
And spoke the following date with tears.
But said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that small line is worth.
The cars, the house, the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know what time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
To consider what's true and real,
And always try to understand
The way that people feel.
And show appreciation more,
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
And more often wear a smile,
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
With your life's actions to rehash
Will you be proud of the things they said
About how you spent your dash?