Morgan Freeman
(with apologies to Langston Hughes)
"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?"
What happens to a dream inferred?
Does it carry the same power as a dream denied?
By its crawling, fail to fly?
Does it simper and distract?
Its brash ingratiation beyond abstract?
Does it kill as the familiar will?
Does it lurk still?
That's what happens to those who keep electric company...
