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A Shed for Wood by Daniel Thomas Moran

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Some Kind of Sonnet for a Mayfly

Moran, Daniel Thomas

for Michael Arcieri

If it be true what learned people say,
The Mayfly lives for but a day. 
Ill not shed even the tiniest tear,
Or wish hed make it one more year.
Instead I would concentrate on just how grand,
To live without next weeks demand.

And among the simple Mayfly facts is,
He never once has to file his taxes.
Or contemplate the waning moon,
Or anticipate any time but soon.
Never repay but only borrow,
Or check the weather for tomorrow.

It might be luxury, if I may be bold,
To be unconcerned about growing old.
No time for beddy-by, nor alarms to be set,
No time for longing or for regret.
Not to mention that on his day in May,
He might decide to alight or just fly away.

Another thing any Mayfly knows,
He wont need to shop for winter clothes.
Never wondering while watching the setting sun,
Why living seems over before its begun.
The Mayfly is the only who can truly say,
That the Mayfly has so truly had his day.

At eight in the morn his youth would flower,
Old age a twenty-fifth or twenty-sixth hour.
Never needing to strain his brain to remember,
Where he was on the twenty-fourth of September.
Oh Mayfly how strangely fortunate,
Is the lifetime brief and immediate.

Mayfly whose life is so fleetly fleeting,
Might seem so surely worth repeating.


Copyright © Daniel T. Moran 2013

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