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The Last Toast

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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.
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COMMENTS
hugh kearns 14 October 2019
There is only now. So many nows filled with tomorrows and yesterdays. Now is a logjam of stories.
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Rita Nofsinger 30 July 2018
I like the way he starts with three and reduces it to nothing. It is like some of the Bible Proverbs which start small and add more as the author thinks on it.
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Ajay Dudani 04 February 2018
So we are nothing
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Joyce 15 November 2017
It was nformative and amusing. More of this.
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Fabrizio Frosini 02 May 2016
Spanish text: __________ ÚLTIMO BRINDIS Lo queramos o no Sólo tenemos tres alternativas: El ayer, el presente y el mañana. Y ni siquiera tres Porque como dice el filósofo El ayer es ayer Nos pertenece sólo en el recuerdo: A la rosa que ya se deshojó No se le puede sacar otro pétalo. Las cartas por jugar Son solamente dos: El presente y el día de mañana. Y ni siquiera dos Porque es un hecho bien establecido Que el presente no existe Sino en la medida en que se hace pasado Y ya pasó..., como la juventud. En resumidas cuentas Sólo nos va quedando el mañana: Yo levanto mi copa Por ese día que no llega nunca Pero que es lo único De lo que realmente disponemos.
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Savita Tyagi 08 January 2015
Raise my glass to the day that never arrives. How beautiful! Loved the play of words!
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Jinal Oswal 08 December 2011
Amazing flow of words, wonderfully explained life.. From the rose already plucked No more petals can be drawn. So true, why cry over the spilt milk? ? Live life to the fullest... I liked it :)
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