Dust If You Must

This is the poem read out by the chairman at our first meeting.

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 a life to lead.

Dust if you must but the worlds 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 around again.

Dust if you must but bear in mind old age will come and it won’t be kind,

And when you go as go you must, you, yourself will make more dust.