There Will Never Be Another

The January winter of nineteen hundred & thirty eight in a tiny, shotgun shack...

born a twin, only you survived, you talk to his shadow but he never talks back.

Your Daddy had a drinking problem, wrote some bad checks, was sent to jail.

You promised your Mama someday she would have everything, happiness would prevail.

Wished for a bicycle on your tenth birthday, but being poor all your Mama could

afford was a guitar.

Shy as you were, who could have guessed a high school talent show would lead you

to a star?

With a voice like none had ever heard, pure gold & honey flowed from your lips.

So nervous you just couldn't stand still, the music took control, shaking your legs

and swiveling your hips.

The whole world had fallen in love with you, yet you alone had never felt so blue.

Having a brother you never knew, lost the love of your wife, watched your Mama die,

caught up in too many pills on a long, lonely night...

the "King" had left the building, Elvis was gone, out of sight.