Wednesday, 1 May 2013


Dust if you must,
but it might be better,
to paint a picture or write a letter,
to bake a cake or plant a seed,
to ponder the gap 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 worlds out there,
with sun in your eyes and wind in your hair,
a flutter of snow a show of rain,
this day will NOT come around again.

Dust if you must,
but bear in mind,
old age will come and it mightn't be kind,
and when you go, and go you must,
You, yourself will make more dust!

Author unknown

Remember, a house becomes a home when you can write "I love you" on the furniture.....


  1. Hi Kay, Thank you for posting this...its reminded me not to work too hard with the Dyson tomorrow. ;-)

  2. Ha! I must print that poem out and hang it in my kitchen. xx