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, April 05, 2017
WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY
Lee of Kitchen Connections is providing our Words for Wednesday for April.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.
unusual words Lee. I hope to post my contribution by Thursday. Thanks!