From Dust To Dust

Groms

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I turned my thoughts to consider
Wisdom, madness and folly
The wise and the fool, who am I?
What do I gain by being wise?

The same fate get us all
Death doesn't ask for wisdom
All come from dust
And to dust all return
Like the fool, the wise too must die

With wisdom comes much sorrow
The more knowledge the more grief
To apply myself to wisdom
Is a chasing after wind

I saw that wisdom is better than folly
As light is better than darkness
The wise man has eyes in his head
The fool walks in darkness