The Aluminum Dollar

I’ve been tossed out, run over, and walked on.
Unsuspecting critters gnaw on me,
Only to scurry away, squealing,
Blood trickling down the wound I’ve made
Fresh in their mouths.
The wind howls, shoving me down the road.
The world seems quiet, other than my faint “clink, clink, clink.”
When I was invented in the 1950’s,
I bet they never thought of the damage I’d cause now.
The welcoming aluminum can that once read “Dr.Pepper”
Has been pounded into a sharp edged death trap.
I’d like to think that I’m a beautiful spectacle for the world,
But I know that would be an incorrect assumption.
To the world, I am garbage.
I cost a dollar.
A dollar has an eventful life.
A dollar travels from cash register,
To purse,
To wallet,
To dresser,
To pocket,
And to cash register once more.
Dollars are never tossed aside.
A dollar,
With George Washington printed on the font,
The Great Seal of the United States on the back.
It seems incredible that I could be equal to a dollar.
Though I’m equal, I’m not treated like it.
Instead of tossing me in the street,
Toss me in a recycling bin.
Enhance the present, save money, beauty, and lives.