Adrian Murphy

Rookie (March 1968 / Northern Ireland)

Fools Gold

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

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