As time marches forward
Tomorrow, today and yesterday
March backwards
I sit at their intersection
Reading my book of life
One page per day
Before switching off the light
And losing myself to sleep
When none of them matter
Neither the beginning
Nor the end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am not so poor in mathematics, but my calculation failed here to judge the sequence- tomorrow-today-yesterday but I could notice a philosophical depth in the expression. You are correct. Wheels of time is as such even tomorrow goes backward in an upside-down fashion, The poetess does not delve much into the phases of life but reads pages of life one by one before her light is switched off. A little poem with deeper meaning. An excellent composition.