Jun 13, 2014

Friday Poetry

The poem below was shared with me this week by a dear friend, who got it from a colleague at her work.  He is currently volunteering at a Senior Home in Atlanta. All I know:  the poet's name is Peggy and she is in her 90's. I am reaching out to find out if I can meet Peggy and share more of her poems.  

A Poem by Peggy 

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 want and need.
Dust if you must.
But there is 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 worlds 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 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.