Poem's to read when a loved one has Passed

"The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still."

THE DASH

I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on his tomb stone FROM THE BEGINING TO TH END.

He noted that first came the date of birth and spoke of the following dated with tears but he said what matters most of all was that DASH between those years.

For the DASH represented all the times that he spent alive on earth....and now only those who loved him know what that little line is worth.

For it mattersnot how much we own: cars, the house, the cash. What matters is how we live ans 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, (you could be at "DASH MID-RANGE).

If we could just slow down enough to consider what's true and real, and always try to understand the way others feel.

And be less quick to anger, and show appreciation more and love the people inour 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's being read with your life actions to rehash...would you be proud of the things they say about how you spend your DASH.

Linda M Ellis