Dust

When I get to Heaven
I hope that I will find,
That angels cannot see dust
And everyone's dust-blind.

I've used a cloth to catch it
I've tried vacuuming too,
But it just continues coming
Whatever can I do ?

I've tried to ignore it
Hoping it will go away,
But the wretched stuff keeps laying
Each and every day !

I truly think that Quentin Crisp
Had the right idea,
He told me once to leave it
Leave it at least four years.

His reasoning behind that was
After such a long, long time,
Dust seems to get no thicker
That idea to me's sublime !

When I get to Heaven
I know that I will find,
So many other spirits
With the same thought in mind.