Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,
with rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
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!” ~ Anon
Last sentence = PROFOUND!!