Gedichtendag

Ik zag dit vandaag ergens passeren en ik werd eraan herinnerd dat het vandaag Gedichtendag is. Misschien is het dat we zelf te vaak te weinig stil staan om even na te denken over onze dagelijkse bezigheden.

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 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 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 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.

Geschreven door Rose Miligan, Lancashire. Gepubliceerd in The Lady, 1998.