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!
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