Forgive me for not getting back on this sooner! (Moving has taken much of my time this month)
I looked over your poem and restructured it just a bit into a rhythmic style. Feel free to use, change, or discard the comments!
Angela
From Boy to Man
From black to white and colors between
in spring, in summer, and fall
We covered the feet of an athlete;
the one who gave his all.
Through early Texas mornings
in mud, in dust, and dew
We gave our heart each season;
our pride in him just grew.
As he reached for greatness
he kicked, he tackled, he raced.
We gave our all to be a part
Of the dream he chased.
His legacy grew, he was the champ
In city, in state, in nation.
Our all-star became great among teams
our pride grew to elation.
Now as a man, look to your beginnings
Your passion, your greatness, and love
We gave you your wings on which you flew;
Rxx Mxxx, your name rings from above.