He entered this world but to be deprived Through conscious mind as a twinless twin; A child then teen driven with mother's pride To defeat daily taunting and chagrin. His character mold based on poverty Provided persuasion by song and verse; He revealed true meaning of liberty While elite declared he a wicked curse.
Modern lifestyle assured he'd not bypass Drug induced pain and sinful temptations; But with early death, he seemed to amass Rightful honour and esteemed ovations.
His words should be played on neon marquee, “I'm just the singer who wanted to be.”
I am a real Elvis fan. I love to listen to him sing and I wrote this poem in his honour about ten years ago.