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The Dash
 


When our rabbi stood to speak
of my One Only, your mom, his friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
from the beginning...to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth
and spoke of the date through our tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
that your mom spent on earth,
and now 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.
(You could be at 'dash mid-range.')

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,
to 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
Will last our longest mile

So, when your eulogy is being read
with your life's actions to rehash...
would you be pleased with the things it said
about how you spent your dash?



By Lou1216

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