08 September 2007

And I stayed home to dust?

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 'round again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it's not always kind.
And when you go and go you must,
You, yourself, will make more dust.

2 comments:

Carla said...

The dust may be deep, but the kids are happy!

Love,

Aunt Carla

Anonymous said...

happy birthday from pruuuu and lyynnneeee. what are ya now? 29...30 :). love ya bunches