Not Sure Anymore

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?
—  Written by Langston Hughes
[I’m not sure anymore if I’m just the 47% (the Republicans don’t care about) or just the 98% (and that’s the reason why).  Maybe, I’m both…
And yes, I know it’s already on my Poems page, but with the election looming, I felt like offering it up again.  After all, isn’t that what “favorites” are all about?  —  KMAB]
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