Langston Hughes, "Harlem (A Dream Deferred)

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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?

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A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams. 

--John Barrymore