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Array ( [sid] => 4825 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Dash Of Life [time] => 2002-10-09 14:20:00 [hometext] => This is not a poem that I have written but one that was given to me and I would like to share it with everyone. It really made me think about things and made me see whats really important. THe author of this poem is unknow. [bodytext] => 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 begining to the end.
He noted that first came her date of birth.
And spoke the following dates with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.(1900-1970)

For that dash represents 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 read.
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 done before.
If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile...
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogys' being read with your lifes' actions to be rehashed...
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 251 [topic] => 19 [informant] => Jenny_Lynn_Warren [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
The Dash Of Life

Contributed by Jenny_Lynn_Warren on Wednesday, 9th October 2002 @ 02:20:00 PM in AEST
Topic: InspirationalPoems



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 begining to the end.
He noted that first came her date of birth.
And spoke the following dates with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.(1900-1970)

For that dash represents 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 read.
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 done before.
If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile...
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogys' being read with your lifes' actions to be rehashed...
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?




Copyright © Jenny_Lynn_Warren ... [ 2002-10-09 14:20:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: The Dash Of Life (User Rating: 1 )
by herbleaf23 on Wednesday, 9th October 2002 @ 07:02:38 PM AEST
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i thought there was some rule or something that you're not supposed to post anything unless you, yourself wrote it.



Re: The Dash Of Life (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenny_Lynn_Warren on Thursday, 10th October 2002 @ 05:47:14 AM AEST
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Well the have to review all work before they put it on the site and if they didnt want it on here b/c I didnt write it they would not have put it on here.




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