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.