Recycled
I should have been recycled and placed in the bin
It wouldn't hurt there ,Id be cozy with cans and tin
Dragged up the hill for the trash men with their bright orange vests
I'd watch for the racoons who like to root and make a mess
Take me home , take me apart , make a new me once again
No one could chastise me, make fun or call me a has been
I'd need a new mother and father , brother sister or two
If I was recycled and became a lawyer maybe I'd sue
Life would start over and I could forget all the past
Meet all new people , create memories that last
Recycle, recycle it's a mighty powerful word
If God got creative maybe I'd come back as a bird
God lives up in Heaven,is the greatest recycler of all
I hope to be recycled and come back and be tall
My hopes and my dreams will be recycled as well
Hopes and dreams bought on margin, maybe I'll sell
I'd miss all my family and all of my friends
My face would be on milk cartons as if I was ten
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2013
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