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