Echoes Of The Past Poem by Paul Warren

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