In the golden weave of time's embrace, Alf's journey marks a vibrant space, Ninety years through signals swayed, A core in which his passions played. Referee of fate's great game, Guiding hearts with love aflame, At twenty-one, when dreams took flight, He found Margy, his love, his light. In dance and sport, their spirits soar, Together still, with hearts that roar, A lifetime's rhythm, strong and bright, A dance of love, a joyous sight. Their bond, a testament aglow, Through years, their passions ever flow, Alf and Margy, hand in hand, In life's grand game, a love that stands.