Friday, October 29, 2010

Poem #15

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 sag
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

1 comment:

Reckless said...

thinking on this one.