You came along with your blue eyes,
And you knew how to work the cameras.
Already, you had so much personality,
So much presence, so much chemistry.
You were the showman before the show had even started.
Showman, you stole the show at the Live Aid.
Soon, all the girls would want to dance with you,
From a dream to a tear, all because of you.
You came back from Ethiopia with a mission.
You had to tell the world of your intention.
You were not going to take any crap.
It was you, after all, Irishman, who put Ireland on the map.
Defending the less fortunate, always on the frontline.
Speaking up so loud, you never got tired.
Always, you took the blame.
Always, you ran to the streets with no name.
So many doors got slammed to your face.
When it started, some thought you wouldn’t pass the test.
You started with nothing; she even had to pay the rent.
If the landlady had the key, it was the key to the genius in your head.
I remember the long hair back in the 80s.
The girls wanted to be picked on stage for the thrills.
So many years have passed and I have been a fan for all this time.
So many songs I have heard and still I am stuck on that rhyme.
You have done so much for this world, my dear.
Yet there is so much work that is unfinished.
You are 60, and I remember when love came to town.
And still we have never met, so why don’t you let me in the sound?
My activist, you used to sing well, but now you sing even better.
Just stay off that bicycle, you must live on forever.
Don’t fade away, we need more elevation,
And don’t forget my invitation to your radio station.
So it’s your big day, Fly man.
Have you figured out TikTok yet, or Zoom?
Just like all of us, are you stuck at home?
Will the good wishes be delivered by a drone?
I wish you nothing but the very best: be happy, be healthy, be the one.
Make us dream for a better world, make us dream out loud.
Take good care of yourself, and stay away from that virus shit.
Might as well write some songs, if there’s nothing on Netflix.
Let’s meet up some day, my MacPhisto.
In the meantime, here’s to you… Happy birthday, dear Bono.