Securities by Ruth Collie — Read

One thing there is more Greek than Greek to my bemused and puzzled / brain. I read it daily, week by week, but never is its meaning / plain. It is the column that one sees naming securities galore. / There's oil and rubber -- several teas -- and gold in far-off Labrador. / Those fractions! How they puzzle me. I must confess they make me / laugh. How can there be security in what is listed minus half? You / scorn my denseness, clever Sir? There's just this thing I have to / say. The stocks I own, I much prefer -- such splendid dividends they / pay. I've many shares in mines of mirth, in sunshine, air and / flowers and sky, in all the things of sterling worth, yes, very rich / indeed am I. I've neither copper, tin, nor gold; nor platinum / without alloy. I own what can't be bought or sold -- for I have many / shares in Joy.