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,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Excellent.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day. ♥
I'm a huge blues fan and Otis was one of the best. It was so sad to have lost him when still a young man.
ReplyDeleteIts a great song!
ReplyDeleteLove Otis.
ReplyDeleteDoesn't grab me at all.
ReplyDeleteHe went way too soon, as others have said.
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