TMA - Butterfly

You’ve been changing
And so have I
We used to be bosom buddies;
Fast friends
But now you’ve changed
And you don’t know my name.

Remember when we used to hang out
Back when you were a maggot
Down in the rotten pith
Of that old tree in the garden?
Life was good back then
We’d play everyday
Life was so easy-
Haukuwa na pupa
Till you crept into that pupa
Now you don’t know my name.

Now you only consort
With roses and daisies
With lilies and poppies
’Cause you’re a beautiful butterfly
And I’m nothing but a fly
That you used to know back then-
Such a long time ago
That you don’t remember my name.

Hey, pretty butterfly…
Your wings are a canvas
Of delicate, intricate colour
Worked by a master painter-
You flit on the wind
With unmatched grace-
D’you remember me, an old friend,
From the tree in the garden?
Do you?

You stopped in your way
And looked at me bemusedly-
Just a fly, buzzing around-
With a graceful flap of your wing
You asked,
Without batting an antennae,
“Excuse me,
But do I know you from somewhere? ”

TMA

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