Life needs be taken as it’s found,
Whatever it might hap to bring:
There’s always dust on everything,
We see it when we look around.
Of course, we are the source of dust.
From dust we come, to dust we go —
Yet like so many things we know,
We do not want to take on trust
The inconvenient limits we
Still find about us every day —
We’re dust. We’re simply made that way;
And so it’s everywhere