Sunday, June 22, 2008

32. Credit Rating


On my Playlist (see the bottom of this page) you will find a recording of 'The Greatest Love', one of my favourite songs. Please play it. I find it very encouraging. As a teenager I was dumpy, bespectacled, and pushy. I was unpopular with my extended family and boys rejected me. I can remember the exact moment when I decided that if no-one else was going to love me, I'd better love myself. And I got into a habit that has never left me. In Australia that's called, rather crudely, 'being up yourself'. Believe me, it's a comfortable place to be. I wish you all lots of self-love.(Incidentally, the statistics quoted below aren't exactly scientific!)

CREDIT RATING

Of all the folk you meet today
Ninety percent will forget you.
They'll wander on their merry way
Not recalling that they've met you.
Which merely leaves you ten percent,
That's not an awful lot.
They hardly make the slightest dent;
They hardly hit the spot.

Now....

Half of ten percent, my dears,
Will find you overbearing;
Your chat will leave them close to tears
And they'll hate the clothes you're wearing.
If you tell a joke they'll move away
With that look that's called 'askance'
While your cheerful chirruping 'G'Day!'
Won't rate a second glance.

Now......

Half of ten is only five
Our numbers look quite slim.
Only five percent to like you!
The future's looking grim.
For of those five percent, I fear,
Half are luke-warm at best.
'Oh, she's O.K.' you'll often hear,
So what about the rest?

Well.......

It's only two-and-a-half percent
Will think you're really great.
With that you'll have to be content,
For that's how well you'll rate!.
But those few will show affection,
And be close as a hand in glove,
So keep looking in their direction;
They bring a special brand of love.

However.....

Make sure you love yourself, my friends,
For there's noone just like you,
Treasure a love that never ends,
And stick to yourself like glue.
Every day try to savour
A love that has no end.
Be One Hundred Percent in favour
Of yourself, your one Best Friend.

4 comments:

Clippy Mat said...

brenda: that is a great poem. so true and yet inspiring. i love your point of view. so glad i 'found' your blog. :-)

Kat said...

Pretty thought provoking..!!

In India, we're allergic to our daughters being run after by the boys... parents try to coat their d'ters with anti-boy-spray :-))))

but today situations have changed a lot.

Lauren said...

Brenda,

So true. Love your poetry!

Thanks for stopping by my blog and commenting.

Love your thoughts and pictures.

Lauren
http://thinkspin.blogspot.com

shraddha/april@theselfloveproject said...

Brenda that is very nice.
It made me think.I relate.

Shraddha