Don't Defer One's Dreams...

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 

20th C. American Poet