Saturday, June 13, 2009

Dream Deferred

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?


Kilimanjaro is still there. And I am still going to climb it.

Back at Weight Watchers this week.

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