When I die, give what’s left of me away to children, or to old men that wait to die.
If you need to cry, cry for your brother walking the street beside you
And when you need me, put your arms around anyone and give them what you need to give me
I want to leave you something, something better than words or sounds,
Look for me in the people I’ve known Or loved
And if you cannot give me away, at least let me live in your eye and not in your mind
You can love me most by letting hands touch hands,
Love doesn’t die, people do
So when all that’s left of me is love,
Give me away
Author unknown, from the Prayer book at the Shiva of a friend
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There is a wonderful poem call “The Dash”. It speaks about the meaning of the dash between our birthday day and day of our passing. After we move on into eternity, the dash is what will be remembered.
Richard Yadon | http://www.RichardYadon.com
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