I was going through my Diary, and stumbled upon this Poem. Actually two Poems, which I'll do in separate Journal entries. But the thing is; I honestly can't remember how they got there - Meaning, whether a friend wrote it, and I've forgotten about it, or that I found them somewhere and here they are. Either way, here's one of them now. And I hope you like it.
Elvis, is that you?
Elvis, is that you,
beneath that bronze and clay?
or is it just a replica
of one whose gone away?
Are you on some distant shore
basking in the sun?
that's something you could never do,
you always had to run.
Your fans come here from everywhere
to see your lovely place.
They come to see the Lisa Marie,
'The hound dog 2' and the music gates.
From everywhere in the world they come
to pass through Graceland's gates.
The king is gone, but his legend lives on,
so the tributes still are paid.
As I recall and recollect,
the early days of youth -
the whole world was rocking to
the sounds of 'blue suede shoes'.
Is that great voice, we grew up on
forever to be stilled?
Or did the numbers all line up just right,
was it a prophecy fulfilled?
Should we believe the rumors
that say you're living still?
Or are they all lies, and you really died
in your mansion on the hill?
The questions are so many,
the answers are so few.
And I just can't help asking myself,
'Elvis, is that really you?"...
Hope you guys like it? sweatdrop
 Princess-Orphelia · Tue Oct 05, 2010 @ 12:26am · 1 Comments |
