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,
Bright like a sun—
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky—
The wall.
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!
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!

by Langston Hughes

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Comments (8)

They could use this poem in the dictionary to illustrate the meaning of Passionate
A beautiful poem and very enjoyable to read. Thanks for sharing.
what a lovely poem we have here. i love this, beautiful rhymes all over
An awesome poem with so much word power.
An awesome narration with equally awesome dance of emotions. Thanks for sharing it here.
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