Expectations Poem by Stanley Cooper

The sun rose today, now that’s a fact
As far as we can recollect, it’s always done this act
The sun set this night, in darkness do we go
As far as we can recollect, it’s always done just so

We attain our expectations
From recurring things we view
We apply our calculations
Then expect them to renew

But, can we be forever sure
And act so dog-gone clever
Perhaps we shouldn’t be cocksure
Expecting it forever