'Imagine'

'Imagine'      timothy r gates, 10/06/2010
 
one year, anniversary of John's
repose
someone called me, jabbed,
'bet you cried today.'
i signed myself, because i did.
seventy years, if alive today
my father's seventy-seven,
he's alive today
working man's hero,
full of contradictions -
didn't live like most of us,
person of privilege, person of means, person of
conscience
didn't always do the right thing
didn't always love easily
didn't' always allow love for him -
so much like most of us,
trying to do the right thing
not always doing the right thing
caring that everyone is free to do the right thing,
and with some privilege, means, and certainly of
conscience
i still Imagine a world where you'd need not
be prey, or to pray,
where all you need is love
would be.
i'm guessing he does to.