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.