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
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
I wrote this 12 years ago and posted it on this blog that I had just started. You can see where my concern was that day. Last night there was a seminar on long term planning and I was glad that I already have a living will.
Never force me to linger long For your sake, Staring into anguished faces Of those I dearly love While I am muted by unknown walls.