10/6/06

My lord, Railbird was spotted in the back of a flatbed Ford heading southwest out of Chicago to Winslow, AZ. What does he have on his mind? Got no money, but you gotta admit he's got skilz.

ANONYMOUS

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
Said the following date with tears
But noted what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.

For the sdash represents all of the time
That she spent alive on earth
And now only those who knew 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? How we live and love
And how we live 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
For things we need 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 wuick to anger
Show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.

If we treat each other with repect
More often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
Just lasts a little while.

So when your eulogy is being read
Your life's actions in rehash
Would you be proud of what they say
'Bout how you spent your dash?