Dust if you must

Having spent a lovely afternoon catching up with friends old and new, only to come home to housework I should have done hours ago, I thought of this poem I read recently - so true!

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 of 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.