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Originally Posted by Barefoot

A friend I used to ride horses with, knowing my aversion to housework, sent me this poem years ago. I have it posted on my fridge.

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 a 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;
Sunny all day, or 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 (and go you must),
You, yourself, will turn to dust.

Great poem! Alas, this time I Really, REALLY, REALLY needed to dust...