(With apologies to fans of Langston Hughes’, A Dream Deferred)
What happens to a deferred dream you worry won’t pay?
Does it just sprout wings and fly away?
Perhaps it digs a hole into the ground
And lies there quietly, making nary a sound?
Does it get angry and lash out,
Or just sit in a corner and pout?
Maybe it slides into the night,
Or just fades out of sight?
