Who Was That Poem by Paul Warren

I walked past a window and who did I see
An old man who is looking back at me
The smile I always had has disappeared
And I wonder if he was ever so near

There were always places to go and people to see
Now there is less of what more would be
For time wears you down and doesn't heal
When you think of the things which you found real

But perk up you say there is plenty of good
If you look hard as you rightly should
So now I sit here and write
And think of it all now without spite.

© Paul Warren Poetry