The young man coming to my door with the preposterous offer <br />Is painful not for the visitation <br />Rather, memory of my own youth - its optimism and naivete. <br />The sort of thing that makes you think <br />That a bottle of detergent can conquer the world <br />And does, until you meet it.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/young-man-selling-at-my-door/
