I'll remember you

Winter’s day in north Mississippi, early 1935,

came two boys but only one was to be

poor but well loved and nurtured.

he carried an amazing voice, a rare gift,

in the church choir he would sing

the glory of the Lord.

With that passion of song and inflection of emotion

he would change music

and deeply touch us all.

America was hurting, the lines were white and black

and the white young man sang the black man’s blues

from Texas to Georgia, he travelled through towns of all sizes

girls would swarm, boys, with eyes wide open, would dream

of what they, too, could be

like that poor boy from Tupelo with the golden voice..

And the world fell in love

with a gritty but velvet young man

with southern politeness spiked with raw sensuality.
An angel with a pompadour of black hair and
a snarling upper lip that crescendos into the killer smile.

A man to become King.

Decades have passed since the King left this world

but he has never lost his crown.

The legend of rock-n-roll music still rules.

From almost every country in the world, men dress like

the king to play homage to old and new fans

as everyone sings the words they’ll always know.

And his loyal fans still pilgrimage to Memphis

to absorb the atmosphere of the famous jungle room

and to look up that white carpeted staircase

envisioning him walking down to greet his guests.

They walk through the buildings and along the grounds because

his belongings are the only connection to the physical man.

And behind the house, they lay tearful eyes on the spot

where his body lays in eternal slumber.
A king who still rules, with grace, his musical kingdom.

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