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.

 


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4 Responses

  1. Hayden Bergman

    A moving thought, and nice control of form as well. Well done, and thank you for writing this!

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  2. Sale James

    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.

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  3. Danielle

    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.

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  4. John Nazareth

    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.

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