In a changing world, his face changed, too. <br />The boy became the man. <br />He changed the world, its point of view, <br />As each became a fan. <br />He danced his way across the world, <br />His albums played and played... <br />And he stood tall, with arms unfurled, <br />Triumphant, unafraid. <br />The world moved on and so did he <br />With every day and night. <br />He faced it all and danced with glee, <br />Precision, feather-light. <br />He thrilled his worldwide audience. <br />He mesmerised each crowd. <br />His soared high with resilience <br />In all that God allowed. <br />He smiled as sweetly as he could <br />When things were getting rough, <br />Yet when condemned, he sought the good <br />And prayed to God with love. <br />Both saint and sinner, king and fool, <br />Both wise and innocent, <br />He clinged to youth, as if in school <br />And welcomed each new friend. <br />To those who care about him still, <br />Now that my friend has gone... <br />I pray his music always will <br />Grant joy though he's danced on... <br />May God grant mercy to our hearts <br />And bless our tender tears... <br />As Michael, Champion of the Charts, <br />Leaves Earth and disappears...<br /><br />Denis Martindale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-michael-jackson-fans/
