I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone.
From beginning to the end
He noted that first came her date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears.
Then he said that what mattered most of all
Was the dash between the years.
For the dash represents all the time
She spent alive on this earth
And now only those who loved her
Know just what that little line was worth.
For it matters not how much we own
The cars-
What matters most is how we live
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard
Are there things you would like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged.
