Dave’s sixty! Raise a glass of beer— He’s booked twelve trips to dodge the year. His knees say, “Rest.” His heart says, “Rome!” His fear says, “What if fun’s at home?” He’s chased the sun from Crete to Spain, Then checked his phone and flown again. No pint untried, no sight unseen— His passport’s tired; his liver’s keen. So here’s to Dave: six decades stout, Still scared the world might go without. May every trip bring joy and cheer— And all roads lead to somewhere near beer!