The Roundhouse That Echoed Forever

In Memory of Chuck Norris (March 10, 1940 – March 19, 2026)

In the dust of Texas plains and the roar of the screen,

A man named Carlos rose, with fists forged clean.

From Air Force blue to black belts shining gold,

He kicked through silence, turned fear into bold.

Walker walked tall, ranger of iron will,

Delta Force stormed where the timid stood still.

Missing in action? Never his name—

He found the fight, and the fight knew his fame.

Beard like a banner, gaze steady and true,

He roundhoused evil till the bad guys withdrew.

Internet whispered his myths through the night:

"Chuck Norris doesn't dial 911—death answers the fight."

Yet beyond the memes and the cinematic glow,

A father, a husband, a faith that would grow.

He taught kids to kickstart their dreams from the ground,

Built champions in spirit where courage is found.

Now the final bell tolls on a Hawaiian shore,

At eighty-six winters, he battles no more.

But legends don't fade when the body lays down—

They echo in hearts, in every small town.

Rest easy, Chuck. The world feels a little less tough,

Yet your spirit roundhouses on—

Enough is never enough.

You didn't just act the hero; you lived the code.

We'll miss you, sir. Roundhouse the heavens with pride.