"Dust If You Must", attributed to Rose Milligan

[alexseanchai]

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 is 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 round 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.

Comments

[sylvaine]

I feel this in my soul.

[alexseanchai]

:)

[untonuggan]

i really love this poem. the "rocking chair test" ("if I am sitting in my rocker enjoying life, is this decision something I will remember and/or care about?") is one I use when brain weasels attack.

btw, do you mind if I add this to a follow friday post? if you don't want me to direct extra traffic here because of spoons/whatever, that is totally fine. just wanted to check first :)

[alexseanchai]

Go for it. Not my poem anyway.