Loss of Innocence

The Loss of Innocence At a school sports day I was running 60 metres, I wanted so very much to win, could taste blood didn´t quite make it but got a bronze medal, which I wore on my lapel with pride. When I joined the merchant navy and when going ashore I wore it too; no one else had a medal like me. Girls in bars admired it and wanted to know why I had such a splendid medal. I could not tell the mundane truth being a compulsive story teller I spun a tale. Alas, women are destroyers of young men’s pride they want to possess what they can´t have. It was in Le Havre I met my downfall, she promised me heavenly delight for the medal, and I succumbed; the delight lasted a few minutes and my medal was forever lost.