Echoes of the Past

I still hear the echoes of the past And wonder why they still last Sometimes the laughter that I hear Will remind me again of someone I held dear I still feel the gun belt on my hip And at night I still wake and wonder at it The shouting and the anger does intrude As I am haunted by it all being quite rude Is there still a gentle world to behold One that is not so dark and cold And so we continue to uphold the right Now that we have retired from the fight. © Paul Warren Poetry