Another eighth of January
And still you're forty-two,

You never knew me, Elvis
But I'm the same age as you,

There we were in thirty-five
As bouncing baby boys,

And off to school by forty-one,
Before Pearl Harbor's noise,

Now I am retired, but still
I hear your music and recall

The day that I first heard of you,
We thought your name was strange, y'all,

I'll have my birthday soon, EP
It'll be my sixty-fifth in May,

Since seventy-seven you've been gone,
But your voice will forever stay.

by D. Edgar Murray