Recycled
Location
How would you feel
if I used you once
then threw you away?
How would you feel
if I found you so insignificant,
so utterly useless,
that the thought of saving you
even for just one other person
never once crossed my mind.
And how would you feel
to watch those like you
get treated the same way?
Then how would you feel
if just one person
took the time to see your value?
If they pulled you
out of the trash
and gave you the chance
to be used again?
Would it feel good
to watch them tell others?
To watch them stand up for you
and for those like you?
How would you feel
if instead of being thrown
into the trash
you were
recycled?