Someone -- or some several ones -- has posted on this forum in search of a poem about the "dash" on a tombstone, the stuff inbetween the dates of birth and death.

Today someone emailed the poem to me because it was read at the funeral of someone I knew!

Here it is. If anyone can remember who was looking for it, please pass it along.

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I’m Glad You Are In My Dash
(anonymous)


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 her 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 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

May last only a little while.



So, when your eulogy’s being read

With your life’s actions to rehash…

Would you be proud of things they say

About how you spent your dash?

Yeah, interesting poem. I've seen it sought a few times before:


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