Of Butterflies and Men

Once butterflies
Would excite
And delight
The boy.
His heart would overflow with joy
At the sight of his new toy.

The boy’s passion grew.
He thought it true
That butterflies would stay.
To him they did flit
For a moment on a flower sit
Then pass away.

He came to disdaine
Butterflies for they caused him pain
Yet the boy knew well
He was under their spell
And could not refrain
From sorrow and pain.

Listening to the rain
Running down the drain
He thought on how life passes us by.
With the but...