In the front of the book he posted a poem by Langston Hughes (the poem's title was also used for the name of the book). I think it's quite powerful - maybe you'll like it:
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?
Langston Hughes 1902-1967
what a great poem! and so you should be proud of your grandfathers achievments!
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