Bowie

A man who has quietly
Battled away
He has died and passed on
Into spirit today
David Jones called himself
Bowie so he
Could represent true
Originality

All through his life
He remained true
He created his music
He was one of the few
Who remained his original self
Which is how
He Invented his life through his songs
Until now

A genius clearly
He lit up the stage
He was unique
He took on the age
Ignoring the trends
Creating his own
In many ways he the quiet king
On his throne

All of his albums
Took on a clear tone
Gems in the making
Deep in our bone
We feel him we know him
He showed us his way
Of getting to people
And helping him stay

In our hearts
In our minds
In our souls
As his spirit unwinds
He can drift off
And rest
Knowing people all see
That he passed the test

In a field he created
He nurtured he grew
Eternity beckons
He one of the few
Whose music is endless
In The eyes of us all
And his hidden hand
Remains on the ball

A potent force
His emphasis strong
His capacity faultless
His every song
Powerful and out there
He was the show
Unyielding and resolute
Emphatically so