Friday, July 10, 2009

elegy for the king of pop

Billy Jean isn't my lover either,
And I don't know if Annie's okay,
And I realize that I didn't know him,
But I really miss MJ today.

In dance class, my goal was to be just like him,
And I did learn "Remember the Time,"
But I never could do isolations (or moonwalks)
The way Michael did in his prime.

Back then, when he asked, "Will you be there?"
I felt strongly compelled to say, "Yes,"
For it seemed that the world didn't get it
And instead caused this great man distress.

Even so, he told us that we are the world,
And also that we can heal it,
And now that he's gone it seems silly to say,
But his spirit's still here. I can feel it.

3 comments:

Kari said...

Nice.

Natalie said...

I LOVE IT!!!! Brought a tear to my eye!

'eyesee' Linda said...

I really enjoyed your poem. Over on Michael Jackson's 'official web site' there is a memories section---I think your poem would make a great addition to the collection.