The poem i am writing is no poem at all this is a message meant for all the tears wives shed your man is dead the memories arent forgotten but the your husbands body is left rotten...how the wives weeped how they argued was it neccesary to tell them he is gone for what reason he was in the war the war that was started over silly things the mans grove has many lillies...whats left of him wont be forggoten but will he remember what has happened?
