The old lawman sits
And surveys the scene
Always one to see detail
He raises the cup and sips
The hot coffee his companion
No more to wear the uniform
Or carry the gun in his hip
But there are still the stories
He tells about some other days
When men were men
And women loved them for it.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem! Love its nostalgic touch