In the heart of the Mile High, where the skies stretch vast and blue,
A son took flight on wooden courts, where echoes of laughter grew.
With every dribble, every shot, he danced among the stars,
An artist of the hardwood, a magician from afar.
His jersey, stitched with dreams, now hangs like cherished art,
A symbol of his journey, a testament to the heart.
With thunderous applause, we gathered side by side,
To bid farewell to a legend, whose spirit became our pride.
He wore the blue and gold with grace, a warrior, fierce and bold,
Each victory like a sunrise, each defeat, a lesson told.
Through seasons of sweat and struggle, he carved his name in stone,
A tapestry of memories that would never be outgrown.
From Denver’s faithful sidelines, we watched him rise and soar,
The way he wove the game, a symphony we’d adore.
A pivot, a pass, the crowds would swell—a heartbeat in unison,
With every basket made and every dream pursued, our beloved son.
Now the air lingers heavy, a bittersweet refrain,
As we gather in his shadow, embraced by joy and pain.
For in his farewell echoes, we find solace in the past,
A bond that goes beyond the court, a love that holds steadfast.
So here’s to you, dear son of ours, with gratitude and cheer,
Thank you for the moments, for every smile and tear.
Though the game may change, and paths may part their ways,
Your legacy will flourish in our hearts all days.
As the sun sets on this chapter, we raise a toast tonight,
To the cherished, to the memories bathed in golden light.
May you chase new horizons, as your story sails afar,
But remember, in our hearts, you’ll always be our star.
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