Ignorance by Philip Larkin

Strange to know nothing, never to be sure
of what is true or right or real,
but forced to qualify or so I feel,
or Well, it does seem so:
someone must know-

Strange to be ignorant of the way things work:
their skill at finding what they need.
their sense of shape, and punctual spread of seed,
and willigness to change;
yes, it is strange,

Even to wear such knowledge - for our flesh
surrounds us with its own decisions-
and yet spend all our life on imprecisions,
That when we start to die
have no idea why.