Just a man, lonely and alone,
No place to call his home;
 
This is the price that it cost, 
For this man who’s life is lost;

He had a wife he loved with all his heart,
But with sadness they soon did part;

He thought he knew friend from foe,
But, he found that wasn’t so;

He had a life of riches and fame,
Now his life is not the same;

With a tragic death he goes to sleep,
With a secret he now must keep;

In the ground they laid the King,
Now his music you hear not him sing;

Up from the ashes he did rise,
A Bluegrass singer to my surprise;

I asked him if he was the king,
In his reply he said these things;

I am just a man he did proclaim,
No I am sorry that’s not my name;

A Bluegrass singer is my game,
So tell me kid what’s your name;

So we talked together for a spell,
And his story he did tell;

Now we are friends you see,
Just a man, “The Bluegrass Singer” and me.


I dedicate this poem to you. May we be true friends for many
wonderful years, God bless and keep safe.
Written  by: Cindi Rambeau
AkA: Sweet_pure_luv_69
Date: 11-24-02