Life it seems is sometimes simple,
When dreams of loved ones flutter in the distance,Flying to the heights of their lives,Unknown what lies ahead,Reaching toward the only goal in life,The one that creates a sense of happiness,As his life flashed before his wounded life we all wonder if he got a glimpse of us,Feeling the pain of all the others who loved him, he knew he would be gone but never forgotten,The tears swelled up in his eyes, knowing his goal at last was there, And with a smile upon his face, his last breathe he would take, Peace was the goal and Peace he will gain, for fighting like a soldier, a man not in vein, So we will bury a body but spirit remains, All a short life of a man becomes one great Name. In Loving Memory of Christopher Messer. We Will All Miss You Messer Hoorah Luv Sleep with the Angels. OXOXOX All Your friends from Ida and Monroe, Michigan. Sara Hall
