Here is my simple version of William Shakespeare's "To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow".

This poem is a very short summary of the actual monologue.The original monologue.

 She would have died anyways,
Too bad.

Another day. One after another.

And each one brings us closer to death, I might add.

Life really is nothing much,

It's much like an actor on stage and such:

Life is like speaking a short tale

Just noise and to little if any avail.

Macbeth's "To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow"

by

Marjan Siklic