There is a wonderful poem that I have quoted before about the need to do other things other than housework. The trouble is that we have just started to do the clearing up after the new central heating installation, and my face is rather red. What a lot of dust and cobwebs behind the furniture. Now that was there before the plumbers got started with their drills under the floors. So far it is only one room finished, still lots to do. And then there is the decorating! Never mind, here is the poem.
DUST IF YOU MUST
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, the world’s out there,
With the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
The 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.
by Rachel Robinson