Friday, February 6, 2009

Poetry Friday: Langston Hughes

A Dream Deferred

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?

1 comments:

Spadarkly said...

Oh, I've always loved that one since I memorized it in 9th grade English class for an assignment. *sigh*