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.