Imagine

when his body, close to death,

arrived at the Roosevelt Hospital

The skill of the surgeons knife

repaired the awesome damage done

Imagine

his eyes seeing

the four removed bullets

Copper memento's

from Mark David Chapman's revolver

Imagine

his response to

the questions, detectives ask him

His poetic skills

describing December 8th's dramatic events

Imagine

his beautiful white piano

a treasured possession of his

Patiently awaiting his return

the keys concealing a new melody

Imagine

the void in every record shop

filled with his post 1980 productions

His presence gracing the stage

with the three other Beatles at Live Aid

Imagine

the Strawberry Fields memorial

not yet conceived

The over grown space

just a corner of Central Park

Imagine

his elderly voice

speaking up for the people of Iraq

His desire for world peace strong

his condemnation of Bush stronger

Imagine

next time you hear his song

it's a personal whisper

A delivered message saying

”it's easy if you try”

I highly reccomend this poem, regarding his assasination, click here