A Life Insurance Poem

The author of this poem is unknown, though it was given to us by our friend Dan Rondberg with permission to use. I hope you enjoy, as I have.

I am a piece of paper - - - But even more I am an idea, I am a promise.

I help people see visions, dream dreams, and achieve economic immortality.

I am an education for the children, I am savings, I am also property that increases in value from year to year.

I lend money when you need it most, with no questions asked.

I pay off mortgages so that the family can remain together in their own home.

Assure fathers and mothers the daring to live and the moral right to die.

I create, manage, and distribute property.

I guarantee the continuity of business. I protect the jobs of employees. I conserve the employer’s investment.

I am a tangible piece of evidence that a man or woman is a good spouse and parent.

I am a declaration of financial independence, a charter of economic freedom. I am the difference between an “old man” and an “elderly gentleman.” I am the only thing that a father or mother can buy on the installment plan and the survivor doesn’t have to finish paying for.

I am a certificate of character, an evidence of good citizenship, an unimpeachable title to the right of self government.

I am protected by laws that prevent creditors from accessing the money I give to loved ones.

I bring dignity, peace of mind and security to the latter years of life.

I am the great social compact that merges the individual into the mass and places behind the frailty of human beings, standing alone, the immeasurable strength of human beings, standing together.

I supply investment capital that makes the smoke go up the chimneys, wheels turn, and motors hum.

I guarantee that there will always be Christmas, with tinsel, a happy fireside, and the laughter of children even though a breadwinner parent is no longer there.

I am the guardian angel of the house.

I am your life insurance policy!



Author Unknown