dust if you must.

så passande. till dagar när jag tjatar om barn och makes oförmåga att se dammet och stöket härhemma. då får denna påminna mig om vad som är viktigt.

dust if you must
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 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 make more dust. 

by Mrs Rose Milligan

och som någon så riktigt sa: I know my house is perfectly kept when I can write 'I love you' with my fingertip in the dust on the furniture.

hear hear.

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