The Writ of the Mayfly
To those stricken by the course of change
To the little ones who were done in the process
To the brothers and the sisters and all the lovers in between
May this be your first, and this shall be your last
The mayfly knows not of the rising sun
For he only lives for today and today alone
For tomorrow never dawns on the still pond waters
It only clips the wings of those who refuse to seize it
