Serenity Salesmen
Serenity Salesmen
...sell sanctuary.
I'm a lousy salesman.
I sell serenity
but haven't closed a sale
to a single soul.
Maybe the price is too great.
Billionaires can't buy it.
You pay for it with blood
lost during the daily trials
of an honest life.
But just bleeding isn't enough.
You've got to weep for your losses,
and in night after endless night
sleeplessly sweat out your anger.
Have I sold you yet?
Don't pay any attention to the way
my needless worry has aged me.
Serenity doesn't require
a young body,
the right job,
the right house,
the right spouse,
or the right anything.
Serenity cannot be earned
and refuses to be learned.
All that I can really sell you
is my personal testimony.
Despair is the damp of hell,
as joy is the serenity of heaven.
~ John Donne
