Here is your poem of the day, dear lady.Upon some subjects I have been known to wonder,but there is one that I so often find that I do ponder.I wonder when and why disposable we all became,to many now just a number without your name?We are now Human Resources instead of Personneland there are other things that the story does tell.People now call all the others they know a friend,but know that they will not be there until the end.Wierd terms like"Starter Marriage" now do existadmitting before that their love will never persist.Whatever happen to having a love for all your loveand understanding forever as husband and wife?It makes sense there are so many broken-heartedknowing nobody will miss you when you're departed,for if disposable is the way that others you do seesurely the condemning term must also apply to thee!