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.