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 bare 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!
A house becomes a home when you can write "I love you" on the furniture :)
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