Dust covers their floors and tables,
Their chairs and technologies.
Dust, the only thing they can say
For sure is old.
But they clear the dust to make room
For more dust and new dust.
Are they afraid that dust will heed
Progress or advancement?
He says, yes, progress and advancement
Are banes to their lives; are heeded by dust.
Dust shows their history because it
Is part of them. Dust is old.
Oldness is worthwhile, not worthless.
Dust shows them what they've been
And where they have come from.
Dust should stay. Then they can reflect
Or who they are in dust, who they should be.