As I Grew Older

by Langston Hughes

It was a long time ago.

I have almost forgotten my dream.

But it was there then,

In front of me,

Bright like a sun–

My dream.

And then the wall rose,

Rose slowly,

Slowly,

Between me and my dream.

Rose until it touched the sky–

The wall.

Shadow.

I am black.

I lie down in the shadow.

No longer the light of my dreams before me.

Above me.

Only the thick wall.

Only the shadow.

My hands!

My dark hands!

Break through the wall!

Find my dream!

Help me to shatter this darkness,

To smash this night,

To break this shadow

Into a thousand lights of sun,

Into a thousand whirling dreams,

Of sun!

Published by Robin

I'm a retired journalist who still has stories to tell. This seems to be a good place to tell them.

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