Today is younger than tomorrow,
Yet older than yesterday,
A fleeting moment caught in the stream
Where yesterday’s toddler
Grows into today’s swift runner,
And tomorrow’s old man
Wanders with his cane.

The world remains a place of pain,
A ceaseless cycle of becoming and fading.
Yesterday’s lecturer, once a figure of wisdom,
Now finds himself lost to the madness of today.

In this relentless march of time,
Each phase transforms and redefines,
An unending journey from youth to frailty,
Where past roles dissolve into the present’s strain.