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
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Wednesday, January 18, 2023
SOMETHING ELSE...
POSTED ON FACEBOOK 7 YEARS AGO. HOLDS TRUE FOREVER...
Excellent -- so well put. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAmen. I agree.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day. ♥
Agreed.
ReplyDeleteVery wise.
ReplyDeleteIt been a while since I seen this. Sometime we need a reminder.
ReplyDeleteCoffee is on and stay safe
Makes perfect sense to me.
ReplyDeleteTrue
ReplyDeleteAmen!
ReplyDeletehugs
Donna
I find this to be for the most part, true. I lost only one friend over politics, but otherwise, things have been respectful.
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