He was right
When he wrote

“Tomorrow
And tomorrow
And tomorrow
Creeps in this pretty pace
From day to day
Until the last syllable
Of recorded time…”

Every moment drags
Like an anchor
Across a sandy bottom
Slow yet finding no purchase;
But he was wrong too,
Because a lifetime
That takes forever to cross
Can pass on the blink of an eye
So slow and so quick
Rarely is it… just right