![]() Treat Others with Respect: You have opportunities every day to spend your dash through simple acts of kindness and respect. It seems like only yesterday the kids were just toddlers learning to walk, and now they’ve got children of their own! As they say, “the days are long, but the years are short.” Never miss an opportunity to show love and say “I love you.” Love People: Our Dash moves with lightning speed. It may be just what they needed at that moment. When you do the same for other people, you pass along that positive energy. Think about how you feel when someone thanks you. Say Thank You: Those two little words hold incredible power. As William Ward says: “Forgiveness is the key that unlocks the handcuffs of hate. Life is too short – choose forgiveness and let it go. 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 lived your dash?īe Slow to Anger : Anger can become like a cancer and eat away at your ability to be joyful and kind. If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile… remembering that this special dash might only last a little while. To be less quick to anger and show appreciation more and love the people in our lives like we’ve never loved before. 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 still can be rearranged. What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash. For it matters not, how much we own, the cars… the house… the cash. For that dash represents all the time they spent alive on earth and now only those who loved them know what that little line is worth. He noted that first came the date of birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years. He referred to the dates on the tombstone from the beginning… to the end. Kindly use our comment section as we look forward to see your contribution.The poem by Linda Ellis I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. It is amazing that you had a beautiful read and really enjoyed this session with us. Some things I overlooked, and some I could not find. There was so much to love, I could not love it all Wise with great wisdom, I shall lay it down upon flowers. Ignorant, I took up my burden in the wilderness. Translucent as the currant on the branch, Now, hearing the wind and the twanging bow-strings,īeside the fountain, still flinging diamond water, ![]() Here it is never wholly dark but always wholly green,Īnd the day stains with what seems to be more than the sun Here, as night comes on, the fireflies wink and snap Here at morning the dove whistles and the pigeons coo. I am the dweller on the temperate threshold,Īnd the nights have the waxing and the waning moon. Or what sterile lianas are at once your serpents’ disguise and home. Poems About Life That Will Change Your World Aging Poems for the Elderly to Appreciate.We stare and say, “Well, we have come this far.” The dancer, by this time, has turned her back. He canters three steps, then he makes a bow,Ĭanters, then clicks and stops, and looks at me. He feels her pink toes dangle toward his backĪnd goes through his, and reappears below, His mane and tail are straight from Chirico. Is stitched across her skirt and tinsel bodice. She stands upon her toes and turns and turns. Poetry about Life Lessons Learned from LifeĪcross the floor flits the mechanical toy,įit for a king of several centuries back.Ī little circus horse with real white hair. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sightīlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,Īnd you, my father, there on the sad height,Ĭurse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,Īnd learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Though wise men at their end know dark is right,īecause their words had forked no lightning they Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Old age should burn and rave at close of day Spiritual Poems that will uplift your Spirits Would you be proud of the things they say
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