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.
Review and Analysis done by Okoro Amarachi Anastasia
This is a poem written by William Shakespeare that’s expresses a bleak and pessimistic view of life. It’s a poem of one stanza with no rhymes scheme but it has a rhythm. The tone of the poet is rigid and sourful, trying to bluntly state his point. The language is simple and direct, with no complex metaphors or allusions, and there is lack of figurative language.
The theme of the relentless march of time, symbolized by the endless repetition of "tomorrow," leads inevitably to death. The speaker compares life to a candle, which burns brightly for a brief moment before being extinguished, and to a player on a stage, who performs a meaningless role before disappearing into oblivion.
Personally, I believe the poem passage a crucial message to its reader, making them to understand life bare and raw from a realistic stand point. Though the words and tone of the poet is despairing but there is truth. To young people, the message of this poem help to untilised by time and add value/ meaning to their life.
At this point, proving Shakespeare wrong. Every second and minutes that passby matters and when we fulfill our purpose, we leave out footprint on the sand of time, and this oppose the view of the speaker, for death or our disappearance into oblivion is not the end of life, our name still live after us.