At seventy years, a beacon stands tall, Greg, the friendliest friend to us all. With tools in hand, he mends each fray, Refusing to let memories stray. A tinkerer with a frugal heart, Turns scraps to treasures, a true art. Happy laughter, glasses clink, In merriment's glow, his cheeks turn pink. Beside him, his wife, a steadfast light, Together they conquer both day and night. In the garden of years, love firmly sewn, Cheers to Greg, a legacy grown.