Marathon of Other Plans

Imagine there’s no Heaven./It’s easy if you try.
No Hell below us./Above us only sky.

For the wounded, for the deceased,
for the people who live on the street;
for the hungry, for the discouraged,
for despondents you could encourage.

Try to jog, jog, jog your memory every day
to know what it means to be human.

Imagine all the people…living for today….

With the recovering, with the surviving,
with the people focused on thriving;
with the cheering, with the clapping,
with the, “Hello, Friend, what’s happening?”

Try to jog, jog, jog your memory every day
to revel in how it feels to be alive.

You may say I’m a dreamer,
but I’m not the only one.
I hope someday you’ll join us…
and the world will be as one.


lyrics from “Imagine”(1971) by John Lennon.


Mignon Ariel King was born in Boston City Hospital. She grew up reading classic literature; drinking muddy water; and listening to Rock ‘n’ Roll. This poem is from the work in progress, My Beantown! – A Poet’s A-Z Guide to Greater Boston by ‘T’.