The Last Toast

Whether we like it or not, We have only three choices: Yesterday, today and tomorrow. And not even three Because as the philosopher says Yesterday is yesterday It belongs to us only in memory: From the rose already plucked No more petals can be drawn. The cards to play Are only two: The present and the future. And there aren't even two Because it's a known fact The present doesn't exist Except as it edges past And is consumed..., like youth. In the end We are only left with tomorrow. I raise my glass To the day that never arrives. But that is all we have at our disposal.