Life's Brief Candle

I still remember...the poem from William Shakespeare with title Life's Brief Candle
which i has been study since i was form 1........

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.

Honestly...
actually i'm not so understand what the poem talking about when i was form 1 that time...
well..i'm suck in English till now!!!

Make is Simple....
Explain it as a Human Life is equal to a Candle

Ps: Don't Melt My friends....