I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of his friend.
He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke of the second with tears,
For the dash represents all the time that she spent alive on earth,
For it matters not, how much we own - the cars, the houses, and the cash.
So think about this long and hard, are there things you’d like to change?
If you just slow down enough to consider what’s true and what’s real,
And . . . be less quick to anger, and show appreciation more
If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile,
So, when your eulogy is being read with your life’s action to rehash . . .