Uriah Hamilton - Disappear Like a Fool

My summers have withered
Like thirsty flowers,
And I cannot turn back
The unforgiving clock
To a happy hour;
And despite youth
Hitchhiking to destinations gone;
Maturity has not arrived,
And I remain
A stranger in the world.

Young mothers grace
The kind boulevards of my dreams
Strolling the children
I never fathered,
And my hopes have been swallowed
Like a coffin in a grave,
And I have to accept
The mistakes I’ve made
And disappear like a fool
Without posterity
To protect my memories.

Uriah Hamilton

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