I was proud… he was right,
a thousand days till sunday proud
of this gentle man's accomplishments
here in this great big world
where the gauge is often
mapped by the seismic,
he challenged himself and won
though the victory, and a victory it was
did not belong to me
it felt like it
And the beaming smile I grew
reflected one of the
large moments of my life
Today my friends
the sun shone a bit brighter
leaving a hero in its trail
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