On wings of time, eleven years have flown, Since Neil last wandered where ancient stones stand, A fortieth-second sun on Rome is shone, A weekend’s promise in the Eternal Land. From cobbled streets where whispered tales reside, To where the Tiber’s gentle waters gleam, The Colosseum’s shadow, bold and wide, Embraces him like a long-forgotten dream. With each step, memories intertwine, From past to present, in this timeless dance, A journey to rediscover and define, A birthday marked by fortune and by chance. So may this Roman sojourn deeply leave, Impressions carved in marble, heart, and mind, Neil’s forty-second year, a gift received, In the embrace of history, beautifully entwined.