Some Thoughts on Langston Hughes' "Dream Deferred" - GB Shaw

What happens to dreams deferred?

Do they fester inside? Boil up with anger and resentment? Do dreams deferred, left alone and dead by the side of the road of life begin to rot from the maggots and stink; 'til we can't stand the very thought of these dreams? Awww, have you ever had a dream that you strove for, worked hard for, desired with the very essence of your being, only to find that it wasn't attainable - at least not now? Then you wake up one day to realize that it's probably too late, and you look at those dreams with derision.

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