In sighing dust, in vacant rooms
Somebody died once, some were born;
But no one remembers, do not ask
How it was- or would have been.
Someone danced there, some left alone,
Some made love till dawn;
Some still remember, some forget
Do not ask, to remember the dead.
Whose dust we stir, whose shadow's there
Whose name has since been lost;
It is the same now, as was then-
Life summons only once..
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-sighing-dust/
