~The Dash on our Tomb Stone~

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.

He noted that first came her date of birth,
Spoke the following date with tears;
But he said what mattered most of all,
Was the dash between those years.
(1904 - 2003 )

For that dash represented all the time,
That she spent alive on 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 there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.

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,
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 last but a little while.

So, when your eulogy's being read,
Life's actions to rehash;
Would you be proud of the things they say,
About how you spent your dash?