It was a week of passings In Tinsel Town,
First Ed McMahon,
Then Farrah Fawcett
and then the greatest hoopla of all,
Michael Jackson,
Dying of a drug overdose,
With people crying in the streets,
As though the Pope had died.
Next was Billy Mays,
whose name I did not recognize;
His death overshadowed by a pop star,
And then My Little Margie whose real
name was Gale Storm who was a tv star
Back in the 1950s.
Mr. McMahon had a full life
And will be long remembered
As Johnny Carson’s sidekick.
I watched several documentaries
about Farrah Fawcett’s life
and grieved for those who loved her;
She was only sixty-two
and tried so hard to continue living.
I cannot find sympathy in my heart
for the man who mutilated his face
and thought sleeping
with little boys was acceptable,
Even though the outpouring of grief
Took place in South Central last week;
I will grieve for the man
he could have been,
The little boy on stage
with the Jackson Five,
Dancing and singing while
his heart filled with molten lead
it was a week of passing in Tinsel Town.
Sandra Lee Smith
July 7, 2009
