A poem emphasizing the importance of living well, using "dash" as a metaphor for life's journey between birth and death.

By Ernest Lawrence Thayer The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day; The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play, And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did …

By Anon People come into your life for a reason, A season or a lifetime.

I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

By Dylan Thomas Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns And once …

By William Wordsworth Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child.

By William Cullen Bryant The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves …

Not for such hopes and fears Annulling youth's brief years, Do I remonstrate: folly wide the mark! Rather I prize the doubt Low kinds exist without, Finished and finite clods, untroubled by a spark.