cuz it's the ones with the sorest throats who've done the most singing
it saddens me really, to think that some people will go through this life without ever knowing the pleasure of sweet, sweet laughter. a sense of humor is sweeter than the syrupy sweet i wrote about in a poem i penned just this morning. I was driving to work and i thought to myself -- oh laughter. laughter is the sweetest juice. if not for laughter i would be a miserable soul. i would be as useless as a painter with no paint, or an indigent farm worker with no seeds, or a literary genius with no means to create my own poetry.
i thought about this and i realized that i AM a literary genius with no means to create my on poetry.
that's right. i have been unable to fulfill my life's dream. the more i thought about this, the angrier i became. and i started to wonder what would come of me -- of someone of such talent and strength; someone who would never be able to follow my dreams. i though long and hard. and then i shouted, "screw you, laughter."
i pulled a crumpled ATM receipt with a balance of $-55.34 from the floorboards, turned it over and wrote with a passion i've never before experienced:
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?
i thought about this and i realized that i AM a literary genius with no means to create my on poetry.
that's right. i have been unable to fulfill my life's dream. the more i thought about this, the angrier i became. and i started to wonder what would come of me -- of someone of such talent and strength; someone who would never be able to follow my dreams. i though long and hard. and then i shouted, "screw you, laughter."
i pulled a crumpled ATM receipt with a balance of $-55.34 from the floorboards, turned it over and wrote with a passion i've never before experienced:
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?