My summers have withered
Like thirsty flowers,
And I cannot turn back
The unforgiving clock
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I like the metaphor 'youth hitchhiking to destinations gone' but the words 'I remain a stranger in the world' are so wistful and speak of so much alienation. I think you speak for a lot of people in this world Uriah. The feelings you write are so universal. You transform your sadness into the most beautiful verse and remind the rest of us that we're not alone.
Posterity has yet to judge your poetry. The accessment may be much kinder than you imagine it could be. Exceptional write, Uriah. Warm regards, Sandra