Sonnet: Psychology Poem by Dr John Celes

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.