Found this on another blog and thought it was wonderful
Dust if you must
Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be betterTo 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 thereWith 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.Remember, a house becomes a home when you can write "I love you" on the furniture...A poem written by Rose Milligan of Lancaster, Lancashire, England.First published 15/9/98 - 21st edition of The Lady.
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