An Old Lawman At the Bar

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 were 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