Over a year ago, life as I knew it came to an abrupt halt; forcing me to change my life in ways that would forever transform who I am, and who I am to others, which leads to a day in the life of me... "Oates!"
Friday, April 19, 2013
One Of My Favorite Poems
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?
No comments:
Post a Comment