From a quiet kid to an extraordinary actor.
A Pause For A Poem
your skirt is
a madman in
to stand to
so wary of
back to our
Big thanx to Seamus for allowing me to publish his poem.
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 no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,