Music - The Day Elvis Died Poem by Paul Warren

On August 16,1977 I was in bed listening to the radio music play
I had been on afternoon shift which meant a longer bed stay
All at once the music stopped and a news flash did occur
Elvis was found dead on the bathroom floor as they did infer

I sat up straight in bed and couldn’t believe my ears
He was gone no mistake and I knew there would tears
He had everything he could possibly want for his life
But instead of happiness all he go in the end was strife

The interviews that day spoke in a saddened way
Of no longer being able to see him in a Las Vegas stay
Or seeing him at Grace-lands down in Memphis town
As he lies sleeping still wearing his Rock n Roll crown

And so the King of Rock and Roll had passed
But his music didn’t die and it will forever last
So rock on and know that he made his place
With his gyrating hips and a sneer on his face

© Paul Warren Poetry