Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
SECOND POST FOR WFW
WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY selected from group offered on Elephant Child's each week to write a story or a poem. Try your way with the words and
post on her blog and on your blog if you want.
I picked the first group of words offered again by Mark Koopmans: