Seventy years, a milestone grand, A life well-lived, a crafted band. Dave with his guitar, fingers glide, Strings sing stories, a soulful ride. In dance, he finds his youthful spark, Steps igniting joy, in rooms once dark. Aging gracefully with a twirl and spin, Where rhythm finds, he lets it in. Clinking glasses with friends held dear, Laughter mingling with the evening's cheer. Through chords and steps, a life well played, Dave at seventy, love serenade.