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#122 Re-psych-lable Don't throw away a plastic bottle. It's not dead yet. It just needs a form change. See that it goes to the recycler. It can be reborn. We are responsible. We can make a difference. My grandfather "died". Was he physically recyclable? Absolutely, he just needed a form change. Dust to dust; humus to humus. Source of life for flowers, trees, and me. We are not responsible. Natural cycles make the difference. My grandfather "died". Was he spiritually recyclable? Absolutely, I am his spiritual form change. It is my responsibility to share family memories of him, to recall his influence on me, to tell of his wise council. Someday, I will "die". Will I be worthy of recycling? Absolutely, I will make great fertilizer for flowers on my grave, and the thoughts you have formed reading my poem are a part of me that you can keep and share, forever. I'd like a plastic bottle symbol on my headstone, please. |
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