An Old Lawman Sits At The Bar Poem by Paul Warren

An old lawman sits at the bar
And raises his glass just so far
Enough to take a sip of his favourite drink
He was sitting there drinking with time to think

The hair is grey and his years are long
But his eyes are still clear and strong
And he is waiting for his mate
They will talk of times that we're great

You see yarping is what's left now
Telling tales and war stories showing how
They always won on their day
When criminals never got away.

© Paul Warren Poetry