The Dash Poem by Linda Ellis
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?
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Battling The Demons
I’m constantly at bat with
These thoughts I’ve had for years
These words he speaks
Brings them to light
I fight them back
Because at one point
I would have declined his views
Of me in such a light
So cold i was
To see that darkness
How scared I am
To see the arms outstretched
I won’t fall back
Down that path
So dark with self hate
That i’m suffocated
In my own sorrow
This is what i have always wanted
Someone to love me, for me
And to give love in return.
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