Think of Me Sometime

think of me, sometime
as you rise at dawn
the day, like your heart,
filled with dreams and
hopes that will come true
while I am filled with doubt
think of me, sometime
as you walk unshackled
and your movement takes you
into shaded walks and pleasant places
horizon stretched beyond the eye
while I am confined
think of me, sometime
as you fill your cup with wine
and sing your song
finding merriment in your meaning
with friendship all around
while my cup is dry
think of me, sometime
as you lay enfold
in your lover’s arms
enchanted by the music
of hearts beating in time
while I make love to myself
think of me, sometime
as you look at your son
at play with his sister
around their mother’s feet
a scene of family complete
while I have fathered none
think of me, sometime
as you enjoy life
and watch flowers bloom
to grow and give delight
life as light as air
while life for me has died

— James Matthews

Most of James Matthews’ poetry was banned by the government of South Africa during the era of apartheid. He was denied a passport for 13 years and imprisoned from September to December 1976. Listen to Matthews recite this poem at the Poetry Archive.

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