Dash

Life is but a fleeting moment in time. Much like the splendor of a rhyme, Full of beauty and lessons to learn It comes and goes without concern. When your time here, on earth, has ended, What do you think will be said of you? Jane Doe, 1945-2005, our dearly departed. That is what most will read of you, it’s true. Your life will be described as a dash. Name, Born dash Died Memories are for you to decide. You never know when your day will arrive. What will your last thoughts be? Will your passing thoughts be happy? Or will you be thinking, if I had only … Or will they be sad and lonely? Are you going to leave with regret? Are the ones you love going to forget? Did you find time for sunsets? Are there dreams not dreamed yet?