the boy that makes women cry

He has to wear a uniform

he doesn't know the reason why

he is the newest recruited boy

that makes grown women cry




he doesn't say a word

he doesn't have to speak

just the very sight of him

makes their knees go weak




he wears a sack on his shoulder

that is pained black

and when he has delivered

there are no messages to go back 




he has delivered every house

down this particular street

doors are locked curtains drawn

no one wants to meet




at his war department telegrams

some women run away

hoping that their loved ones

may live another day




when his sack is empty

he must hurry back

to hand over the empty one

for another heavy sack