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.