It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
I’d cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Burdens are for shoulders strong enough to carry them.
I think, no matter where you be,
You’ll hold me in your memory
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
A dream where minutes flew as rapidly as heartbeats.
-“As I Grow Older” Langston Hughes
-“Gone With the Wind” Margaret Mitchell
-“But Not Forgotten” Dorothy Parker