Great Race
From boy to man the race goes on,
slip behind or advance on.
Inclined to be his best in all,
climbed over even the tallest wall
Running among those great renown
heart pounding for the crown.
His motto - smile and give to all.
Shared to those he met in the hall.
Unwelcome death came like a thief,
sickle striked hard in disbelief.
And now the silence sounds are heard
Nothing can stop him, zero detered.
Welcome home Chris you are the best
Your friends will miss you, now go and rest
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