I wrote it, but the president of the bank asked me to change one word in the poem.

I had written:

"What a tragic, wasteful cost."  (I meant that war is a tragic way to lose lives.)  The president said that he understood what I meant, but some people might be offended by the phrasing of the words.  He offered me some words that I could use, but I didn't use any of his suggestions.  I changed it to, "What a tragic, tearful cost."  He liked the change.  I did, too.

I posted it here to pay tribute to September 11th.

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