The fly
Of May
It lives
One day.
When that day is done
The MayFly does not complain.
It flies into the setting sun.
It goes back to the place
From which it came
The fly
Of May
Ask how
Ask why
One day
MayFly.
That’s all
You get.
You give
No thought
To it.
Me, my life is long
With reasons few like you.
When I go and when I’m gone
I will understand these things
I never knew.
The fly
Of May.
One day one day one day one day
It’s long enough
If you really think about it.
The fly
Of May
It lives
One day.