Share our 80th birthday poems with someone who has seen eight decades of life. Wish them a happy birthday with these verses. Anyone who is turning 80 truly deserves recognition, think of the changes they have seen in their lifetime.
Their 80th birthday
is one to be celebrated!
Today is the day 80 you turn
Happiness you have earned
Wishing you an awesome day
And a Happy Birthday we do say.
Poet: C. A. Lynch
The decades have gone 8 to be exact
We can't believe they have gone so fast
Why it seems like only yesterday
We celebrated 40 with you as a holiday.
Now another 40 have gone by
But you still have that twinkle in your eye.
We can only hope and pray to be like you
As age is only a number to you!
Poet: Tom S. Gold
You truly are an inspiration to us all
You have a purpose, you answered your call
Helping others you never stop
You keep on going you never drop.
Who would believe you are 80 years old
You live your life, nothing is on hold
May God bless you this day
Love and happiness you do display.
What Do I Say
Poet: B. R. Clement
What do I write in this greeting card
Do I say best wishes and regards
How do I recognize all you have done
The happiness you give us and the fun
The years have been good to you
80 years you have been through
Your smile is one I love to see
Talking to you is so easy
Wisdom of the years you share
I know how much you care.
So on this 80th birthday, I say
Love you so much in every way!
Poet: B. R. Clement
Double forty and what do you get
The age you are turning, but don't be upset
There are many who never seen this age
Life moves on it is just a different stage
A time to share the wisdom you have gained
Be proud of the age you have attained.
So, celebrate this special day
Have a happy birthday!
Although this poem was written to describe a man turning
80 years old,
this poem could be used for any person growing older
who may be
experiencing all that comes with an aging body, yet still full of life.
His Eightieth Birthday
Poet: Mrs. C. K. Smith
I note the silver halo
About the dear one's head,
I note the voice so mellow
In all that he has said.
His ripened visage tells me
He has not lived in vain,
However strong the ills be,
He never does complain!
Though physically aged.
His spirit always young,
He leaves no things engaged in
With head, or hand, or tongue,
He's growing old gracefully
No, no, he is not old
He stands upright as ever
And walks as straight and bold.
The cheerful never do grow old.
They only seem more ripe;
This is a tale that is twice told.
But never old or trite!