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, March 22, 2017
WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY
River of Drifting Through Lifehas again provided our Words for Wednesday.You can see what others have done in the comments on her site or here in my comment section or on their own blogs (if they tell us). Hope you will join in with your story or poem.