The old man asks at the beginning what happened to the wonder. The young man was a gift that could not be kept, but provided a last, perhaps, beautiful moment in the old man's life. Instead, it ended tragically and I confess I was deeply disappointed. Then I was reminded of Robert Frost's poem, "Nothing Gold Can Stay." Beauty cannot be kept, like the butterfly that one dares not try to grasp. We can only behold, with wonder, at both the beauty and the profound sadness of it's passing.