a dream deferred is generous
space for love and sacrifices
your fiery wish that that young child
in your warm bossom would not grow up
like you where chances evade like those
clouds flying over the sky
that man you think can grow rich
if you just give him a little helping hand,
cook, iron his clothes and be there when
he needs your inspiration, warmth and love
that old man who you think
should be rewarded with
a string of fine dreams for
deferring his own dream for your sake
because you know how much
a deferred dream could weigh
on the heart, and fly away like crows
scattering bitter black images
over the screens of life
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