Alone in the road
there stuck and soaked
Water running through
So used
So forgotten and broken
Their plastic
Has been choken to see
As the feet crush
And kick thee
Invisiblyand filthy
So nobody and lonely
But not to me
I pick up each
Tenderly
Recycle them lovely
For all of them worthy
To feel like they
Are somebody
April Swan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/recyling-love/
