"To-morrow,and to-morrow,-and to-morrow,
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 of no more;it is a tale
Told by an idiot,full of sound and fury,
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 of no more;it is a tale
Told by an idiot,full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
William Shakespeare
Just thought the poem when I found out the shocking news yesterday. Life's too short and unpredictable.
So live your life to the fullest..
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