He walked into the room like a spark in the dark, A thousand voices dancing from a single heart. From Mork to Keating, he taught us to feel, That laughter can lift, and kindness can heal. But behind the grin, there was more to see, A soul that held the world tenderly. Oh, the light behind the laugh, it burned so bright, A comet in the sky, gone too soon from sight. He gave us joy, he gave us tears, He held our hopes, he faced our fears. And though he’s gone, his echo stays— In every smile, in every play. He wore a thousand faces, but his truth was one: To lift the weary, to chase the sun. A friend to the lonely, a clown with a cause, He made us believe in the beauty of flaws. He whispered, “Carpe diem,” and we believed, That life is more than what’s perceived. He made the world feel less alone, Even while he carried storms unknown. Oh, the light behind the laugh, still shines today, In every child who dares to play. He gave us joy, he gave us grace, He left his mark on time and space. And though he’s gone, his spirit sings— In every dream with open wings. So here’s to the man who made us see, That love and laughter set us free. Robin, your story’s not the end— You live in every heart you mend.