My summers have withered <br />Like thirsty flowers, <br />And I cannot turn back <br />The unforgiving clock <br />To a happy hour; <br />And despite youth <br />Hitchhiking to destinations gone; <br />Maturity has not arrived, <br />And I remain <br />A stranger in the world. <br /> <br />Young mothers grace <br />The kind boulevards of my dreams <br />Strolling the children <br />I never fathered, <br />And my hopes have been swallowed <br />Like a coffin in a grave, <br />And I have to accept <br />The mistakes I’ve made <br />And disappear like a fool <br />Without posterity <br />To protect my memories.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/disappear-like-a-fool/
