Fools Gold Poem by Adrian Murphy

An autumn dew lay heavy on the grass that somber morning
The commotion of the night before burned into our history
Angry voices lost in emotion, frustration exploding into destruction
Sirens steaming through the New Hampshire night

“She doesn’t believe I love her! ” repeated tearfully
All I wanted was for it to end that night – but I lived on
Heads hung in shame we left the hospital
The enormity of it all dragging inexorably behind us

As the dawn breaks we journey back to reality.
To a life shattered before our very eyes.
We stop. A giant stag regally gazes at me and my tear stained eyes
Through the steamy car windows I feel his disdain.

Clinging to each other, solemn cautious footsteps imprinted in the dew
Along the stream, oblivious to the faultline opened in our little world
Gold and glinting in the dawn’s first rays, I grabbed a stone from the stream
You cradled it and smiled, seeking hope in the tempting sparkle

Fools gold had cast its spell, like so many we had been tricked
Fools gold is what we became, a parody of the love we had
“Why don't you believe I love you? ” oft repeated tearfully
We reached our end tonight and still I cradle fools gold in my hand.