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.