If we are but common players
To strut and fret our worldly hours
Let’s dance, laugh, eat, cry, speak
To make our hours uncommon
I’ve been reading Shakespeare’s “Hamlet” today, and I’ve borrowed from “Macbeth” and it shows in today’s poetry*
*best to acknowledge one’s sources
Time seems so common when the players are not. It’s interesting to reverse this theory.
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