Old Stories

It’s the old stories I know well Remembering the characters On whom I dwell Sitting down and lookin west At sundown is what I love best I reminds me of the choice I made Thinking then don’t be afraid For at the time it seemed so true So very confident of what to do So stories are what’s left to hold Sip your beer and the story’s told Sometimes laughter is needed Remembering the old times not impeded. © Paul Warren Poetry