The day Elvis died, everything changed,
My mother cried, and the world felt strange…
His voice was the soundtrack of my youth,
And "Separate Ways" was also my truth…
My vinyl records played over and over,
"Don't Cry, Daddy," and "In the Ghetto"…
But these three songs cut to the core,
And I can barely listen to them anymore…
Today, they buried Lisa Marie,
Her Memphis soul now flies free…
It's the end of an era, and the spotlight is gone,
Many tears were shed on Graceland's lawn…
The older we get, the more people we lose,
We get left behind, like an old pair of shoes…
I hope my mother and sister were watching too,
Or maybe, they have met beyond the blue…
This river we ride between before and after,
A journey of tears, but also laughter…
My eyes are older, and it's cloudy to me,
This bitter winter of January 2023…
River Michaels
January 22, 2023
Dedicated to the legacy, life, and memory of Lisa Marie Presley.
February 1, 1968 - January 12, 2023
