Ashes and Dust

The dust whirls up and settles down The ashes are doing the same Well dressed in silver gray and brown Ashes and dust aren’t to blame A fleck of dust meets a fleck of ash They do the waltz and bossa-nova Be it broad daylight or a dark night They swing around over and over Then someone turns to another one: “What bearings it has on your case Will you tell, or are you tending to shun?” Someone asks with a smile on the face Another one says, “you mean ashes and dust? It’s just life that fizzles away Once a memory fails, autumn days last But you cannot remember a day”.