Poem -

the king and i

16 august 1977

the king past away and sang his way to heaven,

such a tragic life as he stood in his blue swead shoes

trying to be happy but feeling the moody blueĀ“s,

he sang all over the world and made everybody care

because deep down in his heart heĀ“s just your teddy bear,

o Elvis love me long please love me tender

i used to write to him but my letterĀ“s where returned to sender,

but sometimes the king was sad and feeling very lowĀ 

maybe he was thinking of when heĀ lived in the ghetto,

but we are your fans we will help you , we willĀ 

i will pray with you and cry with you in the chaple,

but time was slipping away it was like you where lost in the fogĀ 

popping pillĀ“s day and night and acting like a hound dog,

the abuse of drugs did it job and i dont mean to be un kind

everybody worried for you all had suspicious mindĀ“s,

sweet Elvis are you lonely, and can i hold you tight ?

are you all alone Ā are you lonsome tonight,

but he tried to save himself, itĀ“s now or neverĀ 

but sadley it was never to be Ā he could not get bettet ,

although you are gone we remember an Elvis thatĀ“s trueĀ 

we will alwayĀ“s remember the wonder of you ,

you sang your way through citieĀ“s hallĀ“s and alleyĀ“sĀ 

now at last Elvis Presley you have peace in the valley,

we will celebrate all that you did bringĀ 

so for the last time ladieĀ“s and gentleman Ā Elvis has left the building . R :I :P

writenĀ 

by

paul o carroll

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