though we come from dirt
we act as if we are the masters
of the world we came from
though we are dust
we act as if we are steel
and nothing will stop us
when we die our bones know
where we came from
and they return us to our begining
as the preacher man says
'Ashes to ashes, dust to dust'
and so we are returned to our humble start
K.. K..
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dust-and-bones/
