A poem I wrote about Michaels life
to be born,
to perform
to be discovered
to be talked about at supper.
to see the world
to have talents unfold
to slowly slip away
to be seen as a prey.
to sing a song
to dance along
to have an aim
to have a name.
to have a throne
to be alone
to fall away
in birds of prey
to fly above
to be a dove
to be a legend
the king of pop.
— hope you enjoy!
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