Selling Your Worth....

Body sore with yesterdays grind
Heart broken with memories left behind
Thoughts scattered, a tormented mind
Soul confident in glory of the simplest kind
Nightmares often show what next to find
Hands scarred from the copper twine
Muscles ache from time in the mine
Burden heavy like a fattened swine
Spirit uplifted by the gifts of time
Dreams tell me what next to rhyme

I was hungry and sold eggs to a chicken farmer

The size of your customer base is not as important,
as the relationships you have with your customers.

I’d rather have five good customers who give me several referrals
Than 15 customers who only call when they need something fixed.

I was thirsty and sold water at the Hoover Dam

What’s better my 5 customers who witnessed for me to 10 others
Or 15 customers who want everything fixed under warranty.

Do good work at a fair price and your reward will be greater
Than if you do shoddy work at an inflated price.

Selling is like magic, it just happens.
I was barefoot and sold shoes to a shoe salesman.
I was walking and sold a new car to a used car salesman.

We walk together lonely thru a life with many turns
Some on worn out dusty roads, others in shiny new Rolls
But we all travel lost…. until we’re found.

What would a fortune teller tell if the future was already here?
What would a prophet prophesize if tomorrows news was yesterdays passage?
What good is a magician when everyone knows your tricks?
Strive to be a little different, something unique, as we all are.
The world is full of normalcy, what we need is more real fantasy.

© BAS …:}… May 9th, 2008