Our lives are all a tiny dash 110



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Have you ever wandered through the headstones, and read the written lines, have you looked at the words, the phrases, and photos all neatly standing in line?

All of the headstones have one thing in common, though for some it’s hard to see.
But if you look more closely, it is very clear to me.

11/09/1951 – 10/11/2014

All have birth dates, and end date all of these are different, of course.
First is date when we are born, for it is a time of great joy,
for a new family member, whether girl or boy.

The last date, when we die, is a time of great sadness, of grief, and loss that we all share.
But for some, it is a blessing, to finally stop a great pain, and get there.

But you have missed the most important piece, the thing that they all share.
It is the dash in the middle, that is where you should stare.

The dash is the time between the other two; it is who we are,
it is what we’ve done and what we have become.
It is who we loved, who loved us back, and those we have helped, along life’s track.

The dash doesn’t care, for the amount of money or material things that you have.
The dash cares more for what you have done for others, what you have shared,
whether you cared, and what joy you have given to others, before your dash gets there.

The dash may be short; the dash may be long,
we do not known when our dash will come along.

So, if your dash appeared tomorrow, and your time was through.
What would your dash really say, about you?

David Perrott

David like many others of the time left school at 15 to get a job, to live, he was never very good at school anyway. After a struggle, his diverse career took him to many places, from Melbourne to Mt Isa, from Triabunna in Tasmania to Townsville, and many places in between. He is an internationally published author, but now he finds himself over 60, and contending with some hugely changed and challenging circumstances, that were inconceivable 5 years ago. He has recently published a coffee table book filled with stories and photos which can be purchased via his website www.perrott.net.au

  1. Love the poem. I won’t have a headstone, but I’d like to be remembered as a person who really lived her life, took chances, made mistakes, loved a lot, with no regrets.

  2. we are remembered by the generations that are living when we die..after that we fade away and all that is lift is a headstone or crematorium plaque to mark that we were here, on mine they can put..she lived and in the end she died

  3. No headstone for me. Into the oven, ashes out the car window. Those who know me know the life I’ve lead.

  4. It’s not what we leave behind (dust and ashes) but what we go on to and that is something to look forward to with joy.

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