Dust Poem by Juan Olivarez

Dust we are, and again will be,
That you see is our destiny.
Not one extra day will you be allowed,
Until your back is bent and bowed.

Dust we are, we've always been,
As we all must pay for that first sin.
When we were chased from paradise,
For listening to the Prince Of lies.

Dust we are, and we all know,
To dust we will return once more.
So don't feel bad when you have to go,
That's what everybody has in store.

7/15/10 Alton Texas