Caveat: 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?

– Langston Hughes (American poet, 1902-1967)

[daily log: walking,  5.5 km]

Back to Top