Dear George, I thought of you today,
When I heard Last Christmas on the radio,
And it made me so sad hearing your voice,
So much talent, so much fame, so much glory.
A man full of genius and light,
A singer, a pop god, a philanthropist,
A son, a brother, a friend,
A man with demons inside.
A tortured soul, a beautiful face,
A talent so immense,
But still just a speck on the universe,
A universe that never cared less.
Your voice told a story,
Lyrics to touch the soul,
Words long remembered,
Hearts that you stole.
Your voice that moved so many,
A voice that could make you cry,
Of loves that you lost,
And a soul that paid the price.
A voice of an angel,
Who is now living free,
I hope you are happy,
I hope you are at peace.
When I heard your song today,
I thought of how you died,
I thought of the songs you had left to write,
And I sat in my car and cried.
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem about George Michael as I am a massive fan and admired him so much.
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There would have been so much more from him.
what a wonderful dedication
genuinely, such a gifted singer/songwriter
could blend his voice with the greats
of so many different genre's..
still, he did shine his candle bright
for a few decades
a life worth celebrating, much more
than his loss is worth lamenting, I think
lyrics from round here:
'I hear my mama call in Kingsbury Park
Just me and David and a football that glowed in the dark
Waiting patiently to make my mark
Round here'
'So come with me, let me show you where I've lived
I want to put my hands in this earth again
Music fell like rain to the streets
The Specials and The Jam, to The Beat
Even though I think I've seen
everything there is to see of this world'
'I gotta be thankful that this crowded space
Is the place of my birth
My birth,
In this town,
Yes I guess I got to be someone
To be somebody
In the Beautiful city'
(and how, he was True to his word
surpassing his dreams
becoming a Somebody: in the World
with a legacy
that will survive his wildest hopes!)
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