A walking shadow
(For Lizbeth Dresden) In these uncertain times of confinement, Shakespeare comes to mind, as well as my Professor, Dr. Crowther , of the English Department at Duquesne University , who urged us to memorize great passages from the Dramas of William Shakespeare . Today, after 33 days of internment, and many years later, I awoke pensive, reciting in my mind the following words which come very apropos: 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. Take heed, may I say!