good luck out there, young man

are you

insured, the boy asks me,

standing at

the door in

his first suit, brochures

in hand.

hair

parted like the Fuller Brush man

used to do

when he came to the door

with his memorized

spiel

and a vacuum cleaner.

i am, i tell him.

i am insured.

life, health, car and home?

he asks.

yes,

i believe i have all those bases

covered.

but thank you for stopping

by.

good luck with your next

sixty years,

or more.

be careful out there,

life can be hard.

here,

you can keep your card.