Effects of Wisdom

Whatever grows is new and novel,

All things age beneath the sun.

Whoever casts their lot in life knows,

The game, as gambled, is never won.

~

Brick by brick, they built a tower,

Then climbed the steps into the sky.

Thus the air grew cold about them,

Left to reconcile the lie.

— yoav golan

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