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, and 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 kind.
 And when you go                            (and go you must)
 You, yourself, will make                            more dust.