The Age Of Elvis Poem by Evelyn Judy Buehler

His black shadow forever in elongation-
Still thrills the fans to adoration!
Yet with power to enthrall,
He walks the vacant hall.

The road cuts sharply to the west-
But, the music already has progressed.
In the sunset days, we feel warm rays;
His memory's alive when the music plays!

Spans two dimensions-the future-the past;
Hardly it seems an age has passed.
Rapidly was breathed the word legend.
At times legend's without end.

But, how wild it all seemed-
When the women fainted and the girls screamed!
Yeah, shook up is what we were...
When he set the world astir.

His life was brief, intense.
His shadow is immense.
And despite the date of the calendar,
Can't dream it's over...