Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Poem by Langston Huges

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?

Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?     


Explode it will – and like I and my friends used to say three decades ago:  PAYBACK IS A BITCH!
 

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