The Brightest Star.- Remembering Michael Jackson Poem by linda Hurdwell

And now the brightest star up high
Shines like magic in the ight sky
Alone it dances through the air
Moonwalks 'til dawn witout a care.

And so the beat comes thumping down
The tunes are hummed in every town
Tis star will smile throughout each night
Watching such a melodic sight

Misunderstood or was he bad?
his crazy childhood made him sad
A clever genius we did know
As eccentric ways seemed to show

He's knocking now on heaven's door
Contrite and timid and unsure
Yet his star shines mysteriously
As he's remembered eternally

So dance the dance of death song man
Was tis in god's heavenly plan?
Be at peace and feel much love
A shooting star with diamond glove.