Dear George

Rebeccaclara

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Rebeccaclara (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 5th, 2021 08:38
  • 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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Comments2

  • dusk arising

    There would have been so much more from him.

  • L. B. Mek

    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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