Always was, and always will be

None could match, the look he gave you, or the style that was his own,
Hearts would melt, at this adonis. ‘Blue suede shoes’. Was his renown,
Nations stood, for his attention, adoration, his command.
‘G.I. Blues’, was his contention, in cinemas throughout the land.

Eyes would weep, when ‘Old Shep’ hit you. ‘Are you lonesome?’ made you cry,
But ‘King Creole’, ‘Hard Headed Woman’ and ‘Jailhouse Rock’ would lift you high,
Jumping, jiving, weeping softly, such variation, to his style,
Teenagers then, would just adore him, mothers too, would dance and smile.

Such a talent, gone too early, gone to sing to God above,
Left us crying, ‘In the chapel’, ‘Return To Sender’, with our love,
They named him ‘Elvis’, plain and simple, just a boy, who loved to sing,
Always was, and always will be, ‘Love Me Tender’, love ‘The King!’

Mick.
( Copyright Michael Westwood 2015 ).