My Thoughts Exactly

 Some time ago I found ta lovely poem, called "Dust If You Must" by Rose Milligan. It describes my attitude towards housework perfectly. (I pretty much would rather do anything than dust. Or vacuum. Or straighten.)

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.

 

I tried to find out more information about Rose but came up empty-handed. If you happen to know anything, please share.

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