Tuesdays with.... (#9)

This is the last Tuesday of February: Black History Month. I hope you have enjoyed our close look at some African American poets. I want to end this month with a poem by a well known poet: Langston Hughes. As always, I pray you will relax, reflect and enjoy:

As I Grew Older

by Langston Hughes

Copyright 1925

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 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!