An Ode to Yog

In loving memory of George Michael. A voice from the heavens.

An Ode to “Yog”

 

 

East Finchley boy, born 63’

But Kingsbury- grew up did he.

And there he met a soulful lad,

Andrew became his new comrade.

 

Together they did form a band,

And toured throughout all the land.

But soon the call to go alone, 

Led Yog to venture on his own.

 

George Michael was the chosen name,

He used to claim the world in fame.

Respect, he earned, from far and wide,

He bore the scars, lay wait the pride.

 

His voice, truly a gift from God,

His look made him a young heartthrob.

His burdens, he carried, like a cross,

His choices, varied, he was his boss.

 

A private man, yet fair and kind,

Straight from the heart, he spoke his mind.

When scrutinized, he persevered,

The songs he wrote, all so revered.

 

Still, blind some were in their attempts,

To bring him down and keep him spent.

But in the end, his works rang true,

He left his mark the whole world through.

 

His laugh, his smile, his charity,

This selfless man of rarity,

Whose soul lives on within his songs,

Great artist, man, to God, belongs.

SJ Roebling ©2018

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

A heartfelt tribute to George Michael. The rhyming is flawless and the presentation artful. Wonderful work. Lydi**