Saturday, 12 October 2013

The Dash

Hard disk on laptop corrupted.  Fortunately I knew it was going to happen and  I take regular backups anyway, so I was able to backup the data changed since last backup,   and I was able to identify programs that I use, relevant licence keys,  settings, etc. 

DH installed new disk for me, and it's taken ages to reinstall everything.    

I've been doing some housekeeping as a result, and I came across this poem, stored in a long-forgotten email folder since 2007.


THE DASH
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end
He noted that first came the date of her 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 she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
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?
©1996 Linda Ellis

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