Dust if you must. But wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed,
Ponder the difference between want and need.
Dust if you must. But there isn’t much time,
With rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
Music to hear, and books to read,
Friends to cherish and a child to lead.
Dust if you must. But the world’s out there
With the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain –
This day will not come round again.
Dust if you must. But bear in mind,
Old age will come, and it isn’t kind.
And when you go, and go you must,
You yourself will make more dust!
~ ~ * ~ ~
Remember, a house becomes a home
when you can write “I love you”
on the furniture.
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