In the garden blooms where memories reside, Marvin turns eighty-three, with joy as his guide. With paddle in hand, he dances on the court, Pickleball games are his joyful resort. Grandkids surround him, laughter so bright, They fill his days with brilliant delight. Owen and Cohen, stars in his sky, In their young hearts, he finds reasons to fly. By his side, a friend and a wife most dear, Together they've journeyed year after year. As flowers he nurtures, they blossom anew, In love's gentle garden, dreams always accrue. Here's to the years and the stories to share, To Marvin's bright spirit, beyond compare.