Ode to MJ by Garrett B

Jordan flew high and proud

Up he went he was untouchable

The Bulls kept on winning, four straight

He could not bear the death of his dad

But then his team gave him a helping hand.

His mom, his fans, his teammates, pushed him

To get that fourth trophy they couldn’t be touched

Then his age got to him and he had to stop

In 2000 he came back but he was no good for the wizards

He finally was gone but still remembered

Hall of fame, first year he was voted

Not two thoughts about it

He was the best ever seen in the game

Don’t forget, Air Jordan in his memory.