In the silence of the dash, between birth and death,
Lies a story untold, a whispering breath.
Moments of joy, of sorrow and grace,
A lifetime of memories, in that small space.

Each day we live, each dream we chase,
Adds to the dash, fills up the place.
Not just the start, nor just the end,
But the journey we make, the paths we bend.

Through laughter and tears, through hope and despair,
The dash holds it all, the love and the care.
It’s not the years, nor the time we spend,
But the life in the dash, the hearts we mend.

So cherish each moment, live fully each day,
For the dash is our story, in every way.
Between birth and death, it’s the dash that remains,
A symbol of life, in joy and in pains.