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, 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!
– Rose Milligan
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