Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better
To tend to Mic, or write an AB 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,
NoM with Greek seas to swim, and mountains to climb;
Wine to drink, and books to read;
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the AB world's out there
Rebecca, the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This thread of yours will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it's not kind.
And when we go (and go we must)
We, ourselves, will make more dust.