Between the dates, a line so small,
Yet holds the weight of a life’s call.
In that dash, stories unfold,
Of dreams chased and memories bold.

A whisper of joy, a shadow of sorrow,
Moments borrowed from tomorrow.
In the dash, we find our grace,
A fleeting mark, a sacred space.

Through trials and triumph, a silent guide,
The dash where our true selves reside.
It speaks of love and lessons learned,
Of bridges crossed and pages turned.

So cherish the dash, though small it may be,
For in that line, we find our legacy.
A testament to a life well-lived,
In that dash, our souls are sieved.