read of a man who stood to speak At the funeral of a friend, He referred to the dates on his tombstone From the beginnig... to the end. He noted that first came the date of his birth And spoke of the following date with tears. But he said "What matters 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 loved 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 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 appriciation more, And love the paople 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 action to rehash Would you be proud of the things they say And how you spent your dash?