I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her headstone
From the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came her date of birth

Then of the next date spoke with tears
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash in between the two years.
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on this earth
And now only those who loved her
Know just what that 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 what time is left
That still can be rearranged.
If we could just slow down long enough
To consider what’s true and what’s real
And always try to understand
The way that other folk feel.
And yes, be slow to anger
And give and appreciate 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 while.
So, when your eulogy is read
Your life’s actions to rehash
Will you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?

I like that!!!!

Just so pissed of with Pools want to put the most important thinks in life into perspective