Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Dust If Your Must

Dust if You Must.

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 rivers 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 world's 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 it's not kind.
And when you go (and go you must)
You, yourself, will make more dust.

Written by Rose Milligan.


  1. What a sensible poem! It reminds me of one I sent to a friend some years ago. It starts something like - dust go to sleep as I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

  2. This is a lovely poem and one I certainly abide by!


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