| by Robert Barnet | 
Imagine a day
              Imagine!
              When nothing can hurt or scare you
              When everything impossible is possible
              Possible?
              Imagine
              I remember
              Running barefoot...
              Wet grass between my toes!
              The tug on the line...
              the wind fills the sails
              the boat tilts
              Skittering across the lake!
              Take me back
Imagine a day...
              When the beating of your heart
              and your voice...
              ...is all you hear.
              Yes!  All I hear is my voice
              and the beat beat beat beat
              of my heart.
 Imagine a day...
              When the twinkling
              of the night time stars
              I look up
              What do I see?
              I see stars!
              is the only thing visible.
              All those stars!
              All those colors!
Imagine a day...
              When you take a nap
              Ohh, how I want to rest!
              What a thought
              Dreaming about all the good
              so much good we forget
              Yes we forget
              Why don't we see it?
              All the good in your life
              I want to remember
              All the good in your life
 Skipping pebbles across the water
              When was the last time?
              I want to remember
              I so want to remember
              Blah blah blah blah blah
              Music from the band shell
              I want to remember 
              I so want to remember
              And hold it close
              Music from the band shell
              Distant but close 
Imagine a day
              Yes, Imagine
              When the only think you want to do
              Is fill an empty page with words
              Writing your story
              What is my story?
              What have I done?
              What have I still to do
              I live my life
              Past forgetting
              Past remembering
              Every day I live it
              Who has time to write it?
              So much to tell
              so much to remember
              so much I want to share
Time, time, where is the time?
              Where does it go? the time?
              Let me remember
              The swimming
              The fishing
              Barbecues
              And picnics
              Fourth of July
              And sunsets
              How the days of summer
              How they stretched on and on
              Let me remember when
              Let me hold them close
              Let me never let them go 
 Imagine a day
              What day?
              When you become best friends with the moon
              The moon?
              Sharing its night time splendor
              Sharing it with me? 
Imagine a day
              When all you want to do is wonder and think
              Hmm yes...
              Wonder and think
              What can still be
              What is longing to be
              Just Imagine
              Yes! Imagine
              Imagine a day
              Imagine a day
              Yes!  Imagine! Yes! Imagine!
| The interplay between the adult and youth voices are designed to dramatize how the youthful innocence and embrace of the wondrous in Courtney Bella’s poem engage, revive, and finally restore the faith of the adult voices in their internal childhood that they can turn to for rejuvenation, having lost it in the daily demands of adult life. The adult voices are drawn to the youthful invitation to “imagine” in the opening stanzas, reviving memories of treasured childhood summers. But as the adult voices are drawn back to their youthful selves, the poem also evokes a sense of regret and guilt as the adult voices awaken to how they have lost touch with the open embrace of life that they once enjoyed when they were young. As they try to regain and hold dear their younger selves through memories of summertime, their self-doubts and the demands of their adult lives remind them how much they have been lost by losing connection with the child within them. Yet even as they struggle with inner turmoil, the youthful voices of Courtney’s concluding stanza reassures and reminds them there is still time for them to “wonder and think” and discover that their child is there within them if only they look and “imagine.” | 
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