**Imagine**
Imagine a town where no one goes unseen.
Where the cleaners name is known as well as the managing directors.
Where a persons value isnt counted in pounds, but in decency.
Picture a place where the first question in boardrooms isnt *Whats the budget?*
but *How many lives will it better?*
Where new ideas arent hurried out for quick profit,
but shaped with patience, because their aim is to mend, to guide, to raise up.
Imagine schools where every pupil matters not for marks,
but because every thought is a tale worth hearing.
Hospitals where patients arent just case files,
but names with hopes still waiting to unfold.
Offices where weekends are for loved ones, not last-minute reports.
What if the wealthiest werent those with the heaviest wallets,
but those who opened the most doors for others?
What if the real marketplace wasnt the City,
but the small kindnesses passed between strangers each day?
Imagine officials judging progress not by the economy,
but by laughter, by learning, by fewer lonely hearts.
Imagine neighbours who race not to outdo one another,
but to see who can lend the steadiest hand.
And imagine yourselfin such a world
never hurried, never anxious, never scheming
just living, truly,
because youre cherished for nothing more than being you.
**Imagine. Then, step forward.**
*Today, I thought about what really lasts. Not fortunes or titles, but the quiet moments when we choose to see each other. Perhaps thats the only wealth worth counting.*
