The Long And Short.

THE LONG.

Epitaph

THE SHORT.

john

THE DASH.
​The Dash
by Linda Ellis copyright 1996

​I read of a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on the tombstone
from the beginning…to the end.

He noted that first came the date of 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 they spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved them
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?

This topic was suggested by Maria the gaelikaa, for the weekly Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where currently eight of us write on the same topic every Friday.  I hope that you enjoyed my contribution to that effort.  The seven other bloggers who write regularly are, in alphabetical order,  AshokgaelikaaLin, Maxi, PadmumShackman and The Old Fossil. Do drop in on their blogs and see what their take is on this week’s topic. Since some of them may post late, or not at all this week, do give some allowance for that too!

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26 Responses to The Long And Short.

  1. I love it!
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  2. bikehikebabe says:

    ‘Out, out brief candle. Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player who struts & frets his hour upon the stage & then is heard no more.’ We learned that in high school, meaningless then but see the truth now.
    I quoted that once to Tom & he continued it on & on…

  3. Big John says:

    There are some great epitaphs and ‘The Dash’ is very good; but I prefer something slower …
    “The angel trumpets sounded,
    Saint Peter shouted “Come” !
    The Pearly Gates flew open,
    And in walked Mum”.
    … 🙂
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  4. tammy j says:

    oh
    all such wonderful comments!
    and … yes. i like your take on this friday’s topic.
    you could have gone many directions. this is unique.
    i’ve left instructions for NO funeral or memorial service.
    i want to go out just as i came in… no formal fanfare!
    i’d rather they all… if there are any… just go out to eat somewhere and celebrate that they’re NOW able to get a word in edgewise!!! 😀
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  5. wisewebwoman says:

    I’ve always loved the dash poem.
    XO
    WWW
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  6. Grannymar says:

    I like that piece, but in reply to the last stanza, I won’t know anything about what is being said, when I have cocked my toes!
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  7. shackman says:

    There won’t be any service for me so I’m not worried. My friends should simply raise glass and play a tune ot two – this one would be nice

  8. mitali says:

    I’m just worried that there won’t be anyone at the end …! That’s what happens when you have no relatives, and assuming my mother goes before me…

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