What will your verse be?

[WilliamPitt]

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

- Walt Whitman

[Corgigal]

1. Afterglow by Genesis

Like the dust that settles all around me,
I must find a new home.
The ways and holes that used to give me shelter,
Are all as one to me now.
But I, I would search everywhere
Just to hear your call,
And walk upon stranger roads than this one
In a world I used to know before.
I miss you more.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. This line by Thoreau pleases me:

Most men live lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.

Robin Williams sang his song, and even though it ended prematurely...we heard it.

[rhett o rick]

4. We will miss him. Like a lot of great artists he struggled with depression. nm

[Zorra]

5. Who can say?

[Crewleader]

6. Rest In Peace Robin Williams

Robin Williams Memorial

[Bluenorthwest]

7. Our revels now are ended

These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and are melted into air. Into thin air.
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself—
Yea, all which it inherit—shall dissolve,
And like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

William Shakespeare