Busboys and Poets

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?

Langston Hughes contemplated this question as early as 1951 when he penned this poem.  It’s inspiring to know that we are not the only ones living the dreamed deferred.  

What is YOUR dream deferred?  Tell me in the comments below.