I see this poem, “Dust if you must” pop up on Facebook from time to time and it always does two things for me.  Firstly, it gives me the perfect excuse to find something better to do with my time than dust my home (always welcome!) And secondly, it always make me smile broadly.

A quick search on google doesn’t bring up much about the poet, Rose Milligan, other than the poem’s first publication date and that she lived in Lancashire. But I’m pretty sure she and I would have gotten along very well! She has a zest for some of the little things we all take for granted and a consciousness of the value of being in the moment.

So grab a cup of coffee and take 5 minutes out to read a little poetry! Fabulous

sara

Dust if you must

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 around 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.

By Rose Milligan

 

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