A touching but ever so truthful poem sent in from a friend in Germany.

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 flurry 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, as go you must
You yourself will make more dust.

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