Dust if you Must

I came across this poem today - I'd saved it to my computer at work because I didn't want to lose it. I don't know who wrote it, but if I were a poet, it would probably be something I might write:

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, 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!

And isn't this just the best picture ever? My sister in love took it last weekend when she was visiting from Iowa. Thanks, Trudy!