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”.
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