The King is Dead



On this day in nineteen hundred and thirty-five

A legend-to-be first took breath and came alive

The baby was one of a pair of male twins ...

But the other didn't make it, and grew wings



To take him to that place high up in the sky

The haven for all those good souls who die

Which his brother also did forty-two years later

Becoming headline news in all of the papers 



For, in the meantime - he had become King of Rock

A man handsome enough to make everyone stop

To listen to his voice, his songs, and watch his films

For he had a certain charisma - a virtual magic pill



And he used it, to garner support for all he did ...

The words he sang, the music, the movies and trips

And we all were mesmerized to watch him perform

A sensitive man, who appeared somewhat forlorn



For even though happiness was his from time to time

Many saw through it all - those who shared his climb

And when he died of an overdose in seventy-seven

They saw it coming ... but couldn't stop his trip to heaven



- Tristram



© Christopher W. Thomas

5:15pm Friday, Jan. 8th, 1999



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