No. 226: If I Were A Mayfly

Nature's perfection:

the adult mayfly.

In one day they mate,
lay eggs and die.

Unlike us,
who live many seasons
being ridiculous,
searching for reasons,
wasting time
pursuing rhyme.

Someday, perhaps 

someone wiser than I

may turn me 

into a mayfly,
avoiding annoying
juvenile stages,
bypassing normal
hormonal rages.

Youth, I believe,

is never good

and even a mayfly may have
an unhappy childhood.