I’m Proud Of What I Do

Some people say we only try
To pressure them and make them buy
A piece of paper hard to read
Or an idea to fill a need
They’ll never have. They will not die
Or if they will, they need not try
To plan today for that event
Or on that plan to spend a cent.

“Insurance poor,” they often give
Or “worth more dead than while they live,”
As reasons not to stop and plan
The fate they share with every man.

“Too busy at this time,” they moan
“Not interested,” they hang up the phone
“Besides, my wife will probably
Marry another right after me.”

But persevere, I’m sure I must
Gain their attention and their trust
Help them to know that now’s the day
“I love you,” to their family they say.
So when he dies they need not fear

They’ll be provided for each year
Her love will grow, though he be gone
He’s helping her to carry on.

I’m very proud of what I do
I sell insurance, very true

But I do more. I make a way
For children’s laughter everyday
For wives’ and mothers’ peace of mind

O’er the unknown, they now can find.
A salesman now, but round the bend
I am the widow’s and orphan’s friend.