Dust If You Must
by Rose Milligan
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.
Absolutely, but sometimes you just gotta dust.
Yes, and especially here in NYC where going more than 1 week without dusting results in tumbleweed dust bunnies! 🙂 Still, as a vacuum addict, I appreciate the wisdom of this poem. xox – Joana
Great reading!!! Yes, regular cleaning is must wherever you live.
Thanks so much for visiting my blog and for your nice comment! Hope you have a great week –
🙂 Joana