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20-12-2002, 03:37 PM
Dear good neighbours of Subang-USJ,

One year is coming to an end and a new year is about to dawn....how time flies...!
I stumbled upon this poem and I thought I share it with you - although it's first paragraph may sounds morbid.
No offence meant. The relevancy, I think, is in the words expressed in the entire poem.....

So take a minute or two and ponder what you have done this whole year....

Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year to everyone reading this!
<b></font>How To Live Your Dash<b></font>
I read of a man who stood up 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 birth
And spoke the following date with tears.
But said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
That she had spent alive on the 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 most is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.

So think about it 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 is true and real,
And try to understand
The way other people feel.

Be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more,
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved them before.

Treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile,
Remembering this special dash
Might only last a 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?

By Linda Ellis.

20-12-2002, 05:22 PM
i read this poem quite awhile back and never thought i'd see it again. we never know how long our own dashes last so, along with living our lives fully, we shall also treasure the encounters with people in our lives, never knowing when the relationship/friendships will end, either through death or other reasons, at least we once had them.