Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

Recycling

It’s easy to feel sorry for that old rusted out Ford,
But this is its retirement.
The work is done; time to rest
And slowly return to the elements.
All compound things are impermanent.
All these things will be used again.

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