Charlie, a man I never met,
Was a man I won't forget.
I know the little bit
I read in his obit.
A stranger, Charlie never met.
Charlie was a marathoner of regional renown
And as educator and history buff well known.
He was a fine swimmer, biker, and triathlete
Who dearly loved to compete.
Energy seemed to flow from his bones.
Struck while riding on his bike,
He died doing what he liked.
Age may the rest of us encumber,
But to Charlie 'twas just a number.
This man I would have liked.
Enthusiasm Charlie never lacked.
Life he vigorously attacked.
I say live life for all that's in ya
Like Charlie of West Virginia,
And success you will attract.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
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