A.
<span>If I ever have another chance.
That is a subordinate clause because it does not have a complete thought. </span>
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?
Harlem is a poem by Langston Hughes.
Yes it is because no one knows and you don't expect to get the answer.
