The Tour Poem by Ron Pate

Heard these words of a fate filled song so many times before, but never felt them as I did standing amongst the old and young, as the words poured down upon their souls like rain. The tears formed and rolled as if he'd only went home yesterday, not 35 years before.

The tour moves on

Tears still fall after all the years past, mourning fans stand in silence paying respect to his silky voice hammering out the words that hit so hard on all desperate hearts.

So hush little baby
Don't you cry
You know your daddy's bound to
Die
But all my trials, lord, will be over

The tour moves on

Reluctant crowds swallows hard and moves outside and as the midday sun strikes their faces, and you can hear and feel the words once more;

So hush little baby
Don't you cry
You know your daddy's bound
to die
But all my trials, lord, will be over

The tour moves on

Words of his final performance, follow the masses walking towards his final resting place. A garden where God saw a man that needed rest and called him home to be with him. Bowing heads say silent prayers in honor of a man, and of his voice who lives in all their hearts. The words pour like rain and tears roll as it were only yesterday, not 35 years before.

So hush little baby
Don't you cry
You know your daddy's bound to
Die

An American Icon is gone, but his tour continues forever through the songs he lived and within millions who still hold him in their hearts, today and 35 years before.

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