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At the Ropemaler, glasses gleam—
Forty fine years of Port and Cream.
Through changing seasons, friendship stays,
The richest vintage time can raise.

Though Julian and Janiece can’t be here,
We toast them both and hold them dear;
With Jane and Martin in their place,
New laughter lends the night its grace.

So lift a glass to years well spent,
To every meal and merriment—
For gold is not what makes us glow,
But friends we’ve had the joy to know.
Forty-one years, and still your hand in mine
Makes ordinary hours turn to gold.
We did not ask each day to be divine;
We made a life worth loving as we grew old.

Some dreams took root; some drifted out of view.
We weathered grief and learned what joy could bear.
Yet every road led home again to you,
And wonder waited in the life we shared.

If time should grant us nothing more than this—
One quiet room, your laughter, evening light—
I’d call these years a long, unfolding kiss,
And reach for you again to say goodnight.
Forty-one years, and still your hand in mine—
not as it was, but dearer for the wear.
We’ve watched the seasons silver every vine
and learned how much a quiet heart can bear.

A wonderful life—not free of rain,
but rich in all we helped each other grow:
the daily bread, the mending after pain,
the thousand little kindnesses we know.

If time should grant us one more golden year,
or many autumns, tender, deep, and new,
I’d choose the life that brought us standing here—
and every ordinary day with you.
At sixty, David’s in his prime—
Well-aged in ale, but not in time.
His passport’s full, his pint is low;
There’s always somewhere else to go.

He’s climbed great hills and crossed the seas,
Now makes strange noises from his knees.
But raise a glass: he’s far from done—
Just eighteen with more luggage on!