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
Love them all and the last one made me laugh out loud. Well done.
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I really enjoyed these today - thanks. My favorite is number one - sad but true.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the smiles. And yes, if it is on the floor I probably don't need it anymore.
ReplyDeleteHeeheehee! These are just right.
ReplyDeleteThat first one got me! Heck, I've lost about three inches in height with age! I'm not sure when it happened.
ReplyDeleteLol...the bending over one! Too true!
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Donna
hahah
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