Rick Howarth Poet Rhyme

80 Years

80 years since I was born,
now in old age my sight is shorn
but in a cruel world of pain
there’s hesitation to complain,
for always standing at the door
are worse examples of life's gore.  

I had my time to view the joy
to start ascent when as a boy
I first climbed paths to those high peaks
where love in life continuous speaks
even in my shadowed eyes
shines light in memories under skies

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Beata Agustin August 20, 2025 at 5:08 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.