There is no tomorrow 
There may have been
Yesterday we do remember
But are we certain
We all cherry pick
Memories often choosing low
Hanging fruit not because
It’s easier to harvest
But because it fortifies
How we feel about
Things what if life
Grew its bounty only
On the upper branches
How many would climb
I think that most
Would prefer to starve
Or become plants animals
And rocks for they
Have no memories whatsoever