In the twilight of promise, a star once soared high,
With dreams stitched in gold and the sky as his lie.
Jordan Addison, the boy who danced with the wind,
A rising sensation, a journey to begin.
But fate, cruel in silence, chose its heavy hand,
And stole him away to a far distant land.
The engines fell silent, the laughter turned cold,
In a blink of an eye, a future now old.
Minnesota weeps, as the gathering storm,
Wraps the sun in its cloak, and bends hearts to mourn.
From the roar of the crowd to the echoing cheers,
Now only the memory, draped in shadows and tears.
Tributes flood in like the rivers do swell,
Stories of greatness and moments to tell.
The way he dashed past defenders with grace,
Now etched in the hearts of a hollowed-out space.
His jersey, once vibrant, drapes heavy and still,
Where echoes of glory now carry a chill.
Words cannot capture the weight of this loss,
A life that ignited, now carrying its cross.
For every young soul with a fire in their chest,
Jordan’s light shone bright; he was destined for best.
The field holds his spirit, the end zone his dreams,
A phoenix now resting, or so it all seems.
We gather to rally, to honor, to grieve,
To find solace in stories, to remember, believe.
In every pass caught, in each touchdown scored,
He lingers within us; his legacy soared.
So, let’s raise a glass for the joy that he gave,
For the courage he wore, for the fight that he braved.
Gone too soon, but forever he’ll stay,
In the hearts of each fan who loved him each day.
Jordan Addison—a star now shining from afar,
In the skies where dreams linger, where hopes gather far.
Though he danced on the field, in the hearts he remains,
An eternal flame flickers through all of our pains.
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