Sonnet: Psychology

The experienced and man of wisdom,
Only accepts his ignorance seldom;
Knowing a little about behavior,
Of men and animals, he can just err.

Forecast he can’t, the wind or sun or rain;
His predictions often go down the drain;
Foretell he can’t where an earthquake will strike;
This earthly life, he can’t like or dislike.

When a cat happens to fall from a height,
How much it tumbles, can he tell aright?
The child’s reaction, he can’t guess truly;
Or what a spider will do next, surely.

Why does man try to soar then, in the skies?
If wise, he shouldn’t try predicting the dice.

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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