A Dream Deferred....

A very thoughtful man in my life posed a question to me recently and I decided it to put it out there. It's something that should be given much thought, discussed and debated.

So, for Jac, I present:

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?