THE COSMIC DRAMA
Dr. C. Jacob
The house in which you live today
Is not yours but others’ tomorrow:
The land you own and enjoy this day,
Not yours but of men of the morrow.
The chair in which you sit today,
Some one also would squat tomorrow:
The bed on which you lie this day,
A stranger might roll on the morrow.
All yesterdays live and die for today
And all to days must for tomorrow:
All the past should for the present day,
And all the present shall for the morrow.
This is the play you see today,
This is the game you play tomorrow:
If old is to die to this new day,
This new must die for the morrow.