How You Live Your Dash

I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on his tombstone
From the beginning ... to the end.

He noted that first came his birthdate,
And spoke the following date with tears.
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
That he spent alive on earth.
And now only those who love him
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 the 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 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
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 little dash
Might only last a while.

So, when your eulogy's being read
With your life's actions to rehash,
Would you be proud of the things they say
About your little dash?