Saturday, July 19, 2014


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's not much time,
with river to swim and mountains to climb,
music to hear and books to read,
friends to cherish and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the worlds out there,
with the sun in your eyes and the wind in your hair,
a flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
this day will not come around again.

Dust if you must but bear in mind,
old age will come and not be kind.
And when you go - and go you must -
you, yourself, will create more dust.

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