In the dawn of life's forty-eighth year, Kevin stands with a heart full of cheer. Patiently casting his line in the stream, Fly fishing dreams that brightly gleam. A kind man's soul, a lantern's soft glow, In wilderness camps where wild rivers flow. Love's gentle embrace, ever in sight, Guiding him gently through day into night. A good man at nature's grand altar to pray, In every ripple, love's promise will stay. Celebrating the journey as the waters unfold, In the currents of life, his story is told.