For Michael Jackson Fans Poem by Denis Martindale

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