Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Thursday, January 1, 2009

The Dash


I read in the AA Grapevine the story by Jessica L. about the meaning of the dash on a tombstone.  Below is the poem she mentioned.  Today I am trying to make the most of my dash one day at a time.


Happiness and peace of mind are always here, open and free to anyone. 



The Dash

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 of 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

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Train Of Life


Some folks ride the train of life

Looking out the rear,

Watching miles of life roll by,

And marking every year.

 

They sit in sad remembrance,

Of wasted days gone by,

And curse their life for what it was,

And hang their head and cry.

 

But I don't concern myself with that,

I took a different vent,

I look forward to what life holds,

And not what has been spent.

 

So strap me to the engine,

As securely as I can be,

I want to be out on the front,

To see what I can see.

 

I want to feel the winds of change,

Blowing in my face,

I want to see what life unfolds,

As I move from place to place.

 

I want to see what's coming up,  

Not looking at the past,

Life's too short for yesterdays,

It moves along too fast.

 

So if the ride gets bumpy,

While you are looking back,

Go up front, and you may find,

Your life has jumped the track.

 

It's all right to remember,

That's part of history,

But up front's where it's happening,

There's so much mystery.

 

The enjoyment of living,

Is not where we have been,

It's looking ever forward,

To another year and ten.

 

It's searching all the byways,

Never should you refrain,

For if you want to live your life,

You gotta drive the train!

 

~author unknown~

 

http://www.allright.com/Poems/TOLRailway/TOL.htm