Today I celebrate my frailty and exquisite humanness. In other words, I AM LATE. This is yesterday’s.
Interesting that I felt quite odd yesterday, not getting my poem up in time. This writing every day is becoming a habit. Hmmmm….could this be a lesson for life??
50% of women like me have a 25% chance of falling for
85% of the men like him,
with a 70% chance of heart-ache (allowing for local conditions)
and a 35% chance of attempting to kill him
(with a 23% chance of success).
Weighing up the 1 in 4 chance I have of
not enabling, alongside the 1 in 3 chance I have of
gives me a 41% chance of deciding, 87% of the time,
that it’s not worth 91% of my effort.
With a 90% chance of making my heart sing,
but only a 38% chance of making my soul sing,
I am 52% sure that this is not a good idea,
but only 47% sure that I want to walk away.
Should I do a Richo, and just crunch the numbers?
Dare I take heed of the polls?
Or should I, perhaps, hand over the leadership,
and let the people decide?