Reader Rachna Shetty brightens up my Monday with a lovely poem I’ll share with you:
A Contribution to Statistics
by Wislawa SzymborskaOut of a hundred people
those who always know better
-fifty-twodoubting every step
-nearly all the rest,glad to lend a hand
if it doesn’t take too long
-as high as forty-nine,always good
because they can’t be otherwise
-four, well maybe five,able to admire without envy
-eighteen,suffering illusions
induced by fleeting youth
-sixty, give or take a few,not to be taken lightly
-forty and four,living in constant fear
of someone or something
-seventy-seven,capable of happiness
-twenty-something tops,harmless singly, savage in crowds
-half at least,cruel
when forced by circumstances
-better not to know
even ballpark figures,wise after the fact
-just a couple more
than wise before it,taking only things from life
-thirty
(I wish I were wrong),hunched in pain,
no flashlight in the dark
-eighty-three
sooner or later,righteous
-thirty-five, which is a lot,righteous
and understanding
-three,worthy of compassion
-ninety-nine,mortal
-a hundred out of a hundred.
thus far this figure still remains unchanged.