Dust If You Must - Poem by Maria Magdalena Biela

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

Poems by Maria Magdalena Biela

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