This for the little brothers And the widowed mothers To the Sunday morning snoozers And the gamenight losers To the wimps in the schoolyard And even the bullies just down the boulevard Shake the dust.
This is for the shopfront greeters, The youth group worship leaders, For the early morning joggers and the late night bike riders, And for the boy who's crush loves someone else For milk crate ball players, And for the wallflower haters Plant the forests.
To the sleepers and the dreamers, And to the bed-wetters, As well as the lonely love letters To the broken hearts who write poems And the broken souls that stole them To men who work for a family they never see And girls who want a lover but they'll never be Split the seas.
For the heavens you have lived and the hells you felt you have gone through, For the demons who have overcame and the ones yet to be overcome For the ones who have stuck with the Lord all the same And the ones who don't yet know His name For the fair-weather friends the friends 'til the end The overnighters and the stories told at campfires Move the mountains.
This is to the poet, and lovers who don't yet know it To the writers but it's just a hobby, The Debbie Downers who can't stop me This is for the authors whose books is left unread on dusty shelves And the girls who hate the look of themselves To the ones, that when it rains, they choose to sing And the winter you must endure to reach the spring Shake the dust.
This is to all of you, and I will say it again: shake the dust. Because from the dust you were made, and to the dust you will return. So let this poem not be mere words that barely flow, may this poet not just be another kid, too quixotic to change the world. But might my poetry be the notes which your words are carried by. Let them swing and sway, a piece to our battlecry, some sylable in your life story. Because from the dust you will rise, so carry the dirt with you and take the world by storm, for the ground you scrape from your palms is the story you form.
dustsceawung | Old English | (n.) "contemplation of dust"; reflection on the knowledge that all things will turn to dust