How Do You Live Your Dash
I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.
He noted that first came her date of birth and spoke the following date with tears,
For that dash represents all the time that she spent alive on earth...
For it matters not, how much we won; the cars...the house...the cash,
So think about this long and hard.. are there things you'd like to change?
If we could just slow down enough to consider what's true and real,
And be less quick to anger, and show appreciation more
If we treat each other with respect, and more often wear a smile.
So, when your eulogy's being read with your life's actions to rehash...
by Linda Ellis
Monday, March 9, 2009
This poem sits outside of the front office at school, so it seems as I am there more and more; getting PTL's, explaining why I missed class, ect ect, I see this poem. Anways, here it is...