Its thursday ! and i really need a thursday therapy. I found this therapy in a poem. A poem that made me feel like dust and says that i must be a dust. I can assure you if u read this poem, it will become your therapy of the day.
This sweet poem was first published on September 15th 1998 in the 21st edition of The Lady. This poem was written by Mrs Rose Milligan from Lancaster in Lancashire.
”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.”