Old Curled Photographs Poem by Paul Warren

Old curled photographs that I see
Remind me of those youthful days so easily
Was it me who stood there tall
So confident in my bearing all

Did I walk those miles then so candidly
That now seem such a distance from me
A gun worn on my hip that weighs
With memories of my life still stays

Do I think of these things with a smile
Or are some now touched with a smattering of denial
For age imparts a wisdom seldom exceeded
As judgement practiced over time is needed.

© Paul Warren Poetry