“The Wander above the Sea of Fog” by Caspar David Friedrich (1774–1840)‘On Turning Eighty’ by Robert King The Society June 8, 2016 Beauty, Poetry 4 Comments Though I’m eighty and have survived I’m the oldest man that never lived My life flew by too fast for that Each mountain climbed now seems so flat Always a mountain yet to climb, Even now, surely there must come a time When life’s no longer just a test To be passed like all the rest Told that life should be sublime That to waste it would be a crime One wonders why it’s still such a struggle Trapped inside a self-made bubble Though I’m eighty and have arrived I am no longer incentivized To do anything more than sing Words now, more than ever, are everything. Robert King is a retired lawyer and poet living in California. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 4 Responses Hayden Bergman June 8, 2016 A moving thought, and nice control of form as well. Well done, and thank you for writing this! Reply Sale James June 9, 2016 Love Robert King’s poetry – there is a clarity and a song about his lines, and they are genuinely about the real human condition, so his poems are truly worthwhile reading: they elevate as one absorbs their resonance. Can’t wait for a full collection of his work to be out. Reply Danielle June 9, 2016 An insight into the soul of my father. Brought a tear to my eye. We love you for the man you are and for who you’ve become. Reply John Nazareth June 27, 2016 There is that gentle effect that expects to break from the laboured shackles of old poems and bring back the simple muse of your turning eighty. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.