Stray Writings
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
A Dream Deferred
It is always tomorrow
Where hope lies,
Waiting to be grabbed,
Tomorrow, the great lie.
Patience fades as
Years pass by,
There is never one day
Tomorrow is not raised.
Hope praised, and then
Runs away,
It holds us enslaved.
A dream deferred,
Just a waste.
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