The Gentleness In His Beautiful Voice

In the early fifties...Elvis was an unknown singer, who struggled to be heard... to be taken to stardom; so he paid four dollars for his first record to cheer up this great nation... 'till its early inflation! There was a certain provocation and gentleness in his soft, unique voice... enough to draw world-wide attention; if boredom seeped into any soul, it would turn into a feeling so joyful... just by listening to his songs! Ma and gradma finally gave in: they listened to it without considering it a sin! The gentless in his beautiful voice, and the honesty in his warm looks... couldn't be ignored; and it was felt from Memphis to Las Vegas.. from North America to Europe, and anywhere Elvis' s golden voice was heard! Some folks considered rock and roll evil, my generation idolized it... it started to give music an up-tempo that changed it forever; and when he died,many assumed that he would be buried along with his legendary name... they were so misled and wrong! It's August...a sad month to remember, and I sit by an old record player... sadly playing his vinyl records as if he were still alive: frantically dancing,, and singing his lyrics with ease! Elvis, all that I remember... all that I treasure of your rich life, that ended in tragedy, is the unsurpassed passion you put into your splendid career! Elvis, you didn't go without a remembrance or a tribute: my thoughts are put into words with affection, and my lyrics are set to music to up-lift me; and who's to say...that I am mistaken: not to be proud of everything you achieved, and of the influence you had on me?