Maurice at ninety, time's gentle embrace, In days where everything falls into place, "Eat, drink, and be merry," the mantra to keep, Yet whispers of "nobody loves me" seep. The world turns copacetic, a calm, steady stream, Life unfolding like a long-cherished dream, In moments of cheer, beneath laughter's veil, He ponders the echoes of past loves that pale. But on this sweet journey, so vividly bright, The love found within outshines hidden night, For age brings a wisdom, a dance of the heart, And Maurice is a master of life's timeless art.