As I Grew Older

It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,

by Langston Hughes Click to read full poem

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This is a wonderful poem by Langston Armstrong I love him he is in space
this pome be very niecly
Quite a moving literary work👏👏.
Beautiful description. Thanks for the nice poem shared.
A nice description of illusory life.
As we get older, our dreams seem less possible. Life's insults cut us to the heart, and the wounds masquerade as wisdom. It tells us our dreams are too dangerous, too foolish, too late. Without the aid of innocence and naivete, dreams take more courage to fulfill.
In front of me, Bright like a sun— My dream. And then the wall rose, Rose slowly, Slowly, Between me and my dream. Beautiful.10
I lie down in the shadow. No longer the light of my dream before me, Above me. Only the thick wall. Only the shadow. My hands! My dark hands! Break through the wall! Find my dream! Beautiful. 10
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, Wow..great. 10+++
I am black. I lie down in the shadow. No longer the light of my dream before me, Above me. Only the thick wall. Only the shadow. My hands! My dark hands! Wow, what a nice poem. 10++
I can sense hindrance, oppression, pain , powerless, a sudden change, in a spare of a moment ! A picture in the past many can relate to ...though it is or was something to be overcomes, good poem!
A frightening thought, to be separated from the dreams of your life by that over which you have no control. Their is determination here, though, the spark of rebellion to fight for that which must be overcome to reach what others may have as their birthright.
nice poem
find solutions before it will be too late
A growing human baby, black or white must have the liberty to dream about future life. No barrier or prejudice can interrupt the clear vision developing in the innocent mind of the child.
The pursuit of success
Help me to shatter this darkness. Nice poem! Sylva
I can't think of anything more fitting to fight for? than one's own dreams
Can't help dreaming when we are young...also can't help growing old when we still want to achieve but miss doing a lot.....that is life....a truthful poem
Great thinking in poetry