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
Copyright © Rick Howarth | Year Posted 2022
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