Poezja

(after William Shakespeare)

Far too quickly each yesterday fades,
ephemeral
each new tomorrow sweeps past day to day;
a funeral
of new beginnings in recorded time,
in general
like a shadow following waning light,
becoming part of the eventual night.

All life is at the whim of destiny,
were the dice falls
life and death begins and ends as it wills;
men large and small
are actors on a universal stage,
beyond recall
are every happy, sad yesterday
while continually on and on we play.

Oblivion swallows all of our old tales,
as to the rim
the candle of every single life
goes very dim
while nothing is as it had been before,
at mere chance’s whim
nothing of significance is left
and of all our substance we are bereft.

[Reference: “Tomorrow and tomorrow” Macbeth, Act V, Scene 5 by William Shakespeare.]