Uninvited guestsNo one asks us if we like it or not!They say the week has seven days,and the year, 365,But life is only three days,Yesterday, today, tomorrow.
Yesterday remains a memory,Like the broken glass at graduationThat was never held again.And strangely, even though it hurts us,it is not forgotten.
The present is only a moment,Consumed without us noticing,Like the years that passed so quicklyAnd we cannot stop them at all.
But what does the future bring?
It remains an unproven hypothesisNo one knows what will happen.Ironically today I raise a toastTo the tomorrow I wait to come..
