There comes a time when we find ourselves after searching for so long

And what we lost along the way weakens not, but rather makes us strong

No longer do we turn our back to catch a glimpse of yesterday

Nor do we plunge into tomorrow forgetting about today

But stick with today for today is tomorrow yesterday

The choice is finally clear

Today is the future; tomorrow is only a possibility

And a lifetime of maybes is really no way to live

Wish not today away

For problems of tomorrow

Take it on right now and drain every ounce of pleasure

Before discarding it for the next hand

Deal slowly . . . bet wisely

This hand may be your last

M