| WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE INSPIRATIONAL QUOTE, STORY OR POEM?
Posted: 8/19/2009 6:24:47 PM | This poem was read at my friends Fathers memorial. It truly makes u look at reflecting on your lifes path and how much we take for granted the important values in life. Live ~ Love ~ Laugh
The Dash
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 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? | |
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| WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE INSPIRATIONAL QUOTE, STORY OR POEM?
Posted: 8/19/2009 6:31:23 PM | Wow! Thank you for sharing that. It certainly touched me tonight! Very very thoughtful words to live by! I'm not one to be a "copycat", but the quotes I have, are extremely pale in comparison to those listed here! Heehee, especially as I near the big 50! Time to make some big changes in my life.  | |
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| WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE INSPIRATIONAL QUOTE, STORY OR POEM?
Posted: 9/1/2009 10:00:48 PM | The Road Less Travelled
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
...Robert Frost | |
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