In twilight years, a steadfast light, An oak amidst the gentle night, At seventy, a beacon stands, With weathered heart and loving hands. Once two, now one, yet never bowed, He lifts the dreams that life endowed. A single star, a guide, a friend, A father's love that knows no end. Through decades long, his journey told, A testament in quiet gold. Devoted dad, a life's embrace, In every line, an ageless grace.