Tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty face from day-to-day,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor prayer,
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.
-William Shakespeare
Until now, I love this poem very much.
Just wants to share with you all.
Dear readers, appreciate everyone around you..
Especially Families, Friends and Your Loves One.
Take care.
-THE END-
Ps: I miss you badly these days.. :(
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