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Discussion in 'Entertainment' started by Withnail, Apr 25, 2010.
Gully Foyle is my name.
And Terra is my nation.
Deep space is my dwelling place,
The Stars my Destination.
I read of a man who started 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 dates of her birth,
And spoke of 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 spent alive on Earth.
And how only those who loved her,
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own,
The cars... The clothes.. 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,
(You could be at mid-dash range).
If we could just slow down enough,
To consider what's true and real.
And always try to understand,
The way that others 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 while.
So when your eulogy's being read,
With your lifes actions to rehash....
Would you be proud of the things they say?
And how you spent your dash?