In nineteen eighty-seven, the stars aligned, For Dave was born, a gift to time, designed. Now candles flicker, thirty-six they shine, As clock hands trace a dance of years, refined. Invitations whispered on the autumn breeze, To a dinner clad in elegance, hearts at ease. Formal suits and ties, the satin gowns that sway, In honor of the man whose dreams light the way. A toast to the journey, the smiles, and the tears, To Dave, whose laughter echoes through the years. May this gathering write in the ledger of time, A celebration of life, a rhythmic rhyme.