Old Curled Photographs

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