Rosh HaShanah

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Rosh HaShanah

I feel less like the rosh,

And more like the zanav,

Tied to the earth,

And remote from above.

This year full of klalah,

Has left me bereft,

My energy’s fading,

I have little left.

As I look at the world,

Where the evil take charge,

Their real numbers are few,

But their impact’s so large.

So here is the lesson,

I discern through the fog,

Even if I’m the tail,

I can still wag the dog.