I asked Brent what poem he would like to see this week.
"What are my choices?"
No, no, I explained. What's the first poem that pops into your head?
Apparently some people just don't have poems pop into their heads, so here's one he should remember if he thinks back hard enough. It was required memorization at our high school for my favorite English teacher Mr. Lee Paulson. It's not really a poem, but we don't have to get all leagalistic, do we?
Macbeth Soliloquy: Act 5, Scene 5
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,