WRITTEN YEARS AGO. AM CURRENTLY WORKING ON A NEW POEM AFTER SEEING THE AMAZING MOVIE.

Jacko

A little boy upon the stage ,

His voice was strong and pure.

Everyone who heard him sing,

Thought “he's a star for sure.” 

Had no childhood, yet grew taller, 

With each new passing year. 

Many more people saw him,

Chased him to the point of fear.

More Peter Pan,

Rather than a man.

Just wanted to be a real boy,

He changed his skin and nose. 

Might have also changed his mouth,

That's how the story goes.

He befriended counterfeit pals,

The ones who wished for fame.

Thought they would be also known,

If attached to his name. 

And, still today, his songs are played.

His children, three, now grown.

He no longer hears applause,

The King of Pop's gone home.