Lisa Marie Presley Poem by Paul Warren

Threads connect us to things in the past
A song a happening or person we think would last
Where were you when it happened then
Is stamped to come back to replay in your memory again

I remember the day Elvis died in a news flash
That woke me up on afternoon shift so brash
Dying alone in his bedroom seemed out of place
My first thought that day was what a waste

You wonder about history repeating itself you say
With his only daughter Lisa Marie dying in a similar way
And it severs a link from my past memory
So sad for Elvis' daughter to pass so similarly.

© Paul Warren Poetry