The stage is bare <br />only a microphone stands alone. <br />A part of our life is gone; <br />no, more we hear the words and music <br />that once so tenderly graced our ears. <br />A gulf remains for the life not there, <br />now gone forever from our lives. <br />Only a memory of what had been <br />and what had filled so many empty souls. <br /> <br />The stage is bare <br />and all that remains is a ghost <br />of what had been. <br />A haunting memory of someone’s life <br />before they left the stage of life. <br />No more now the suffering of mortal pain, <br />they left with an always-remembered name. <br />Their star still shines <br />in all that remember a life that once was. <br /> <br />7 July 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-stage-is-bare-a-michael-jackson-tribute/
