The Conversation Poem by John Yaws

My grandson walked up to me-
Said, Pawpaw, come and see-
A picture from the attic,
Of what you used to be.

I looked at that old photo-
From nineteen eighty-one,
And marveled at the damage,
The passing years had done.

Tall, and mighty skinny-
Dressed in worn out jeans;
A silver belly Stetson,
A trophy buckle gleams…

I reckon that he nailed it-
"What I used to be."
A cowboy and a rounder-
Living wild and free.

A cowboy? his eyes gleaming-
Paw paw is that so?
I guess that this was taken-
A hundred years ago!

Well, not quite, son. I told him-
But pretty close I guess…
It must have took might near that long,
To get me in this mess.