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One contemplates A dash between two dates A little slip of a life where nothing waits Is that all there is? An epitaph engraved in stone if you’re rich A few words to be said if you have a little bit more A one word description if you poor A dash beginning and ending of a life Ending to be memories in someone else’s life A dash between two dates A sunrise a sunset Everyone anticipates And a dash in between Is that all my life is to mean? Please spare me the why for That is what my Christ is for In hopes that dash might mean something more   Joy and Pain and Life in between Happiness and Sorrow the Hope unseen Maybe a Sunset to Sunrise Life is a dash for a Grand Prize Dashing is the blood flow that sustains, Every axon to dendrite and every synapse fires so that the thought still remains With the dashing the fleeting The flowing and the beating The baiting of the every breath Until we have but one breath left Well what is left? But to enjoy the little bit we have until the last And to take a look at ourselves and just laugh Only because it all happened so fast   All in a dash.
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
Dash
One contemplates A dash between two dates A little slip of a life where nothing waits Is that all there is? An epitaph engraved in stone if you’re rich A few words to be said if you have a little bit more A one word description if you poor A dash beginning and ending of a life Ending to be memories in someone else’s life A dash between two dates A sunrise a sunset Everyone anticipates And a dash in between Is that all my life is to mean? Please spare me the why for That is what my Christ is for In hopes that dash might mean something more   Joy and Pain and Life in between Happiness and Sorrow the Hope unseen Maybe a Sunset to Sunrise Life is a dash for a Grand Prize Dashing is the blood flow that sustains, Every axon to dendrite and every synapse fires so that the thought still remains With the dashing the fleeting The flowing and the beating The baiting of the every breath Until we have but one breath left Well what is left? But to enjoy the little bit we have until the last And to take a look at ourselves and just laugh Only because it all happened so fast   All in a dash.
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
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