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,
or even ponder the difference between want and need?
with rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
music to hear and books to read,
friends to cherish and life to lead.
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.
old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go - and go you must,
you, yourself will make more dust!