FAREWELL

The Stage Door Opens
A Dream Is Left Behind
Silver Bells Are Ringing
One Late Mid Summer Night

As Mothers Cry
And Brothers Die
Husbands Are Never More
They Sing Religious Songs
For Someone Else War

Wow

Oh, my goodness...Wow...This poem was so deep. Great job on it! This is so true in so many ways, I cannot even say it in words. The part especially about singing religious songs "for someone else's war." That was magnificently brilliant and true--it always is someone else's war. I hope you can hear the words I want to say in my heart through this comment.

Dreams are as large as you make them--and you can make them anything.
wInTeR rOsE

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