IMAGINE
By [Dee Dee] Derek S Ward  ward36345@gmail.com

Imagine a house with an old wooden door
With curtain-less windows and a cold stony floor
Imagine the people who dwell inside
With nowhere to go, and nowhere to hide

Imagine their hunger, the dread and despair
With no one to turn to, and no one to care
Imagine a darkness, without any light
Without any guide, through day or through night

Imagine their future, so grim without end
With no angels or saints, from whom they could lend
Imagine the cold that has just turned to ice
And their shivers of fear, as they share some old rice.  

Now imagine the family that live next door
With curtains at the windows and carpets on the floor
Imagine the music as they party in style
And drink to be jolly, forever and a while


Imagine their table so lavished with food
A feast for a king, or to set such a mood
Imagine their riches of silver and gold
And a story of wealth, that is still to be told

Now imagine them imagining the family next door
Who were born just with nothing, but just born to be poor
Imagine them imagining, how they live in such rot
And maybe they’ll be grateful for all they have got


So just you imagine, not once, maybe twice
That life is worth living, if it throws the right dice
So just give a thought to the people next door
And imagine them imagining, until they can imagine no more.
  

[Dee Dee]  Derek S Ward