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At sixty, David’s in his prime—
Well-aged in ale, but not in time.
His passport’s full, his pint is low;
There’s always somewhere else to go.

He’s climbed great hills and crossed the seas,
Now makes strange noises from his knees.
But raise a glass: he’s far from done—
Just eighteen with more luggage on!
David’s sixty—raise the ale!
He’s aged superbly, unlike his suitcase scale.
With thirst for travel, thirst for beer,
He plans his trips by “breweries near.”

He’s climbed old streets and crossed the sea,
Then asked, “Is there a pub near me?”
His knees now creak, his tales grow tall—
His passport’s younger than them all.

So here’s to miles and pints to come,
To foreign menus, bravely done.
At sixty, Dave’s still chasing thrills—
Just slightly slower up the hills.
Dave’s sixty! Raise a glass of beer—
He’s booked twelve trips to dodge the year.
His knees say, “Rest.” His heart says, “Rome!”
His fear says, “What if fun’s at home?”

He’s chased the sun from Crete to Spain,
Then checked his phone and flown again.
No pint untried, no sight unseen—
His passport’s tired; his liver’s keen.

So here’s to Dave: six decades stout,
Still scared the world might go without.
May every trip bring joy and cheer—
And all roads lead to somewhere near beer!
At sunset, when the light grew soft as prayer,
You left the hands you loved in Heaven’s care.
A husband’s heart, a father’s steady grace—
We find you still in every cherished place.

You faded where the gold embraced the blue,
And met the Lord whose love had carried you.
The sun went down; your love did not depart—
Its quiet light stays burning in each heart.