My ultimate ambition in life <br />is to be recycled. When I die <br />I shall not be put <br />with the newspapers, plastic bottles, <br />glass (separated into green, brown and white) , <br />cans and aluminium foil <br />into the box to be collected <br />on alternate Mondays <br />- that is not dignified <br />for a human, <br />and besides it is unhygienic. <br />But recycled I will be <br />into soil and air, <br />beetle, centipede and blackbird, <br />and the blossom <br />that every year comes <br />and fades. <br />Yes, <br />I'll be back.<br /><br />Paul Hansford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-about-recycling/
