Life's brief candle....

Recently, I'm thinking about death again but this time from a rather poetic way of looking at it, thanks to Form 1 literature.

I thought bout it when I was teaching Yen Leng's brother Literature...Life's Brief Candle!

"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,
Signifying nothing."

Anyway sometimes it's rather depressing to be reading poem on death but nevertheless it kept me aware of the need to appreciate those closest to me.