Dreams

Something about the winter time, it seems I've had many talks with people who are disheartened and don't know if they should continue pursuing their dreams. To them and anyone else who may need it, I dedicate these two poems by one of my favorite poets - Langston Hughes. I think it is fitting to read them together. 

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Dream Deferred

 by 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?

Dreams

by Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow. 

As long as you can dream, the dream has a chance to come true.