It Grieves Me So!

I cut this poem from a magazine -- I think "Time" -- 15 years ago, just after the first Gulf War. The author is anonymous. It was found posted to a bulletin board at a company where an employee’s 18-year-old son had just been killed in action. Jim

When Old Folks Die
I Don’t Cry
It’s Time
But
When The Young Ones Go
It Grieves Me So
Who Can Count The Cost
Of A
Young Life Lost?
The Sharpest Sorrow
Is For What Might Have Been