Proselytizing

I’m minding my business While out for a walk When a man looks my way Like he’s wanting to talk. I notice some cards He has clutched in his hand, But I don’t know exactly The speech he has planned. As I pass, he calls out; I catch only one word, Which is “Jesus,” but though That is all that I heard I am certain he’d hoped, With that one little blurt, That I might be a person Who’d like to convert. I replied, with restraint, (Not a semblance of cursin’) “Oh man, you are reaching out To the wrong person!” Religious beliefs (Or the lack of, as well) Should be private, without Any need to compel Someone else to accept Other faiths than their own; So proselytizers – Please leave me alone!