David’s sixty—raise the ale! He’s aged superbly, unlike his suitcase scale. With thirst for travel, thirst for beer, He plans his trips by “breweries near.” He’s climbed old streets and crossed the sea, Then asked, “Is there a pub near me?” His knees now creak, his tales grow tall— His passport’s younger than them all. So here’s to miles and pints to come, To foreign menus, bravely done. At sixty, Dave’s still chasing thrills— Just slightly slower up the hills.