This Man We Never Met
Since it’s the anniversary of Freddie Mercury’s death, I thought I’d write a little poem for all of the Queen fans who, like me, were born after Freddie died.
Do any of us remember the day,
We first heard the voice of our dear Freddie?
In the car with our parents? At a party with friends?
We heard a song so iconic, we just had to listen.
And on that day, however it went,
We first found this man we never met.
And so we learned his name and face,
And in our hearts, he found a place.
We watched every interview, old concert, and more,
And buried ourselves in Freddie Mercury lore.
We knew it’s as close as we could ever get,
To knowing this man we never met.
We joined the throngs of fans, young and old,
For pictures unseen and tales untold.
We all came together for music and fun,
And all-new friendships that now had begun.
Then came we, with no regrets,
To love this man we never met.
His legacy precedes him, that is to say,
We knew of his music before his name.
He worked very hard for all that he had,
And lived his life fully, the good and the bad.
We saw this through blood, and tears, and sweat,
Of this passionate man, we never met.
Now we’re all here together, to say what we can,
Of how we’ve been changed by this one special man.
He’s become a myth, a legend, a muse,
A source of inspiration, for us all to use.
Now it seems that we all owe a debt,
To this wonderful man, we never met.
Can it be said that stars shine too bright?
Too glorious a beacon, for our lonely nights?
His light snuffed out before we could see,
His suffering over, his soul set free.
Leaving we, who weren’t here yet,
To miss this man, we never met.
(A special thanks to my friends who helped me gather these pictures)