He was growing straight and tall,
We didn't know he had no time at all.

He was an athelete, who loved to play ball,
He loved to compete against one and all.

He was smart, a leader and Life Scout,
He loved to laugh instead of pout.

He was creative and had an artist's eye,
He often said he wished he could fly.

He was to carry on the family name,
But now he's gone and it's such a shame.

He was loved by many near and far,
Does he know he left a scar?