Elvis And Andy Poem by Belle Violet

Elvis And Andy



April 16th and August 16th.
Two days that shouldn't mean anything.

Andy and Elvis;
Thank God,
I only survived one;
I'd be crushed and I'm already
broken enough.
One we loved
too much.
The other called
our bluff.
Or maybe,
that was both.
No matter
how you cut it;
both had hearts
of gold.
Both were innocent and sweet
and silly;
One lifted me to twirl me,
and knew barely
a soul.
The other lived
in a world before me
and everybody knows.
And I'm stuck to live
in a world without either,
but,
kinda gives ya hope...

I bet, where they are,
Elvis and Andy
are playing guitars.
I bet Andy's telling dirty jokes,
and Elvis let's him
drive his car.
I can't imagine two souls
I'm more desperate to speak;
one, I want
to hug again.
The other, I'd just
like to meet.

Andy and Elvis,
when God says I'm ready,
I wanna go fishin'.
I'm in need of
a sun tan,
I hear Heaven is lovely,
and I can't think of
two angel boys
I'd rather escort me
into the Afterlife.
I'm sure you guys
are already
having a great time.
April 16th
and August 16th
mean nothing to you.
Mortal muddles don't matter
when you got
eternity
to play
some tunes.
Relax and drink hooch.
Bait hooks.
Tell jokes.
The kinda carefree life
that was meant
for each.
I can't help but smile
at the thought of the two,
hanging out on a beach.

Thursday, April 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death of a friend
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chuy Amante 17 April 2014

Wow! I love it! Great work! Now do one of your naughty masterpieces for us!

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