Whatsoever

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