Between the dates that mark our start and end,
Lies a dash, a symbol of the life we spend.
In that brief line, our stories unfold,
Every moment, every memory, both young and old.

We chase our dreams under the sun’s bright light,
Through days of joy and nights of fright.
The dash grows richer with each step we take,
In love and loss, in every choice we make.

Friendships bloom and hearts may break,
The lessons learned in each mistake.
A tapestry of moments, woven tight,
A silent witness to our endless fight.

So cherish the dash, make it worthwhile,
Fill it with laughter, love, and a smile.
For in the end, when our journey is through,
The dash will speak of how we grew.