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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