In the quiet moments of life’s fleeting breath,
Lies a dash between birth and the shadow of death.
A simple mark, yet vast in its span,
Telling the tale of woman and man.

From the first cry to the final sigh,
It’s the space where dreams and realities lie.
Every joy, every sorrow intertwined,
In that brief line, our stories find.

We laugh, we love, we sometimes fall,
That dash holds the secrets of us all.
Each heartbeat, each step we take,
Forms the legacy we leave in our wake.

So live each day with purpose and grace,
Fill that dash with a life you embrace.
For in the end, when we part,
It’s the dash that speaks of our heart.