i got this from my friend rayne's profile. i thought it was a very touching poem. -^^-
@rayne: if u want this down, or you think its like "plaguarism", i think i spelled it wrong, then tell me, and i will take it down. if i can. ._.
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates of his tombstone
From the beginning... to the end.
He noted that first came the date of his birth
And spoke of the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the date between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
That he spent alive on earth...
And now only those who loved him
Know what the 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
 SoraMotto · Sat Jul 05, 2008 @ 06:03am · 0 Comments |
