How can I find my old pictures?

[WitchHazel]

I'm sure this has probably been posted here at some point, but I was doing some housekeeping and came across this poem in a long-forgotten email folder.

 

Its called THE DASH

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 the date of her birth

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 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,

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 special dash

Might only last a little while.

 

So, when your eulogy is being read

With your life’s actions to rehash

Would you be proud of the things they say

About how you spent your dash?

©1996 Linda Ellis

[sparkysmum]

More truth in these few lines than in great libraries. So true, but so hard also. Thank you for posting. Ax

[Ain't Nobody Here]

That's lovely.

[The Dogmother]

One to take on board, thanks Hazel.

[keyhole kate]

Thanks for posting definately something to think about !