Yes-Elvis Died-His Very Own Way. Poem by Michael Gale

Born with a silver spoon in one's mouth, so to speak, as being rich...
Is a whole of a lot better than being born poor, & hardly with an ounce of clothes, 'nary a stich.

Some people cannot handle the money and fame...
It is as if they are mindly sick and full of nothing but shame.

Kurt Cobaine, Elvis, Heath Ledger, Janice Joplin, and the list goes on, and endlessly forever...
If i had such sorrowed troubles, I'd love it till the next of forever and never.

I'd learn to be happy and give generously to needy charities...
I'd be wealthily happy and live life to the fullest, and still have no disparities.

Depression and drugs, seem to be the famous ones', major downfalls...
I should only be unlucky enough, to have those worries, that to some and few, are their final curtained, calls.

Oh God, so much to lose...If only this-i had my own way,
instead of the drugs and booze, i'd rather choose.