Saturday, September 24, 2011

A Dream Deferred


by  Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?


It is the weekend right now, but dreams shouldn't take days off. Thank you for the reminder, Langston Hughes.

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