Imagine if you had never been a kid <br />and were forced into everything you did <br /> <br />you never went out to play ball <br />in fact you never went out at all <br /> <br />By the time that you were ten <br />You were being written about by grown men <br /> <br />Michael I know that you have learned <br />That respect is not given its earned <br /> <br />And you will always have mine <br />Until the end of our time<br /><br />Ruby Mae Heard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/michael-jackson-2/
