'A Dusty Pile Of Me! ' Poem by Linda Winchell

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I think I've read this somewhere before?
I might just be turning into dust?
because there is some of me
all over my bathroom floor!

When I took my pantyhose off today
a cloud of ME dust went flying in the air!
I noticed it was coming off of ME
it was flying everywhere!

I've used all kinds of lotions!
but nothing seems to really help!
I've bought most every kind they sell
they're all lining up, on my bathroom shelf!

Now when I cleaned up under my bed
I seen what looked like a puff of hair.
I didn't know who or what it really was
was there something living under there?

For all there was, was a pile of dust!
I didn't know if they were coming or leaving you see?
But what I was really viewing that day!
was just another pile, of the dust from ME!

If we are all made from ashes!
and then return to dusty, dust!
How do I keep from blowing away?
with the slightest sneeze or puff?

I guess I'll just have to live with it
until summers return.
Then I'll have a different kind of skin problem!
Having to contend with Mr.Sun's drying and blistering burn!

All I know is that I'm now itching a lot!
when winter shows it's dry, ugly nose!
And everyday more of me comes off
When I take off these darned Pantyhose!