WE WERE BOTH WINTER BABIES
ELVIS AND ME
LIVING WITH MOTHERS
WHO LOVED US TENDERLY
BOTH MOTHERS LOOKED ALIKE
IN EVERY WAY
OUR BROTHERS
BOTH DIED AT BIRTH
WE NEVER KNEW
THEIR FULL WORTH
ELVIS USED TO WRITE AND SING
FOREVER HE WOULD BE
CALLED THE KING
IN MY LIFE
I LIKED TO SING
BEGINNING AT THE AGE OF TWO
WRITING LYRICS LATER
TO FILL THE VOID OF LOSS
WE LIVED A LIFE FULL OF PAIN
AND FED DRUGS TO HELP US
THROUGH EACH DAY
A MYRIAD OF AILMENTS WE SHARED
IT REALLY SEEMS UNFAIR
WE GAINED ENORMOUS WEIGHT
OVER THE YEARS BEING RIDICULED
BY OUR PEERS
AND ELVIS MET HIS FATE
I HAD A SON
HIS NAME WAS JAMES
I WONDER IF HE MET ELVIS
AT HEAVEN'S GATE
JAMES LOOKED LIKE ELVIS
HE SANG AND JOKED
BUT THEIR LIVES
WOULD BE CUT SHORT
ELVIS DIED
AS DID JAMES
ELVIS AND ME
SUCH A PAIR
I NEVER KNEW HIM
HE NEVER KNEW
I WOULD CARE
WHAT IS SO STRANGE
HIS GRANDSON WAS SHOT
MY SON JAMES WAS TOO
THEY BOTH HAD
A LOT OF PAIN
ELVIS TOO
ELVIS AND ME
A TIME OF TRUTH
FOR ALL ETERNITY
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About the Creator
Joye C Lange
I AM SEVENTY -ONE YEARS OLD, AND LIVE IN OHIO. MY LIFE EXPERIENCES GIVE ME
GREAT JOY TO EXPRESS MYSELF IN PROSE. IN THESE DIFFICULT TIMES WRITING IS
AN INSTRUMENT OF EXPRESSION THAT HELPS HUMANITY.
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