The King of Pop
Is no longer with us
I wonder how everyone feels
His fans are sad
And his relatives
He slipped away like a banana peel
'Why did this have to happen? '
Is the question and the answer is
'For everything happens for a reason.'
You think, you ponder
You swish it around in your head
And it goes on without ceasing
Without Michael
We will somehow manage
For it isn't the end of the world.
His music, his dance
Will stay within us
And, as well, his soul.
(And his nose?)
I miss Michael Jackson..I love Thriller and Billy Jean.....i like this poem...gives me memories
Ah! even I art in disdain with the king of pop dead but rest assured he shall never be dethroned. good poem.
Beat It and Billy Jean were awesome, his undisputed all time trademark! ! Nice rendition Reb! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wish he hid here to read it. Beautiful