A Dream Deferred is a Dream Denied...not me!

As I continue my wait, I thought I would share with you a poem by Langston Hughes.

A Dream Deferred

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 will not be denied my dream of moving to Paris. Still playing the waiting game but more information soon to come.