_by Langston Hughes (1902-1967)_
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams die
Hope is lost
The soul is a dried up fountain
And love cannot bloom.
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
The world is a dark place
And life is without meaning
And joy is a forgotten song
And laughter is no more.