Flutter by.

We write to read.
To sow, we seed.
Tomorrow, born from today’s bad
And tomorrow was all I had.
I have done.
The bad’s begun -
The good is wrong
Noise errs song;
And the butterfly that grew today
Breathed, fluttered, and died away.
But the memory will last
I’ll learn from the past
In honour of him who fluttered by,
Who’s day of life was to temper a lie.