Above on the top shelf
Beyond worn fingertips
A long walk too slow
Missing the appointment
Reading the advertisement
But the job had been filled
Timidly raising his hand
But others are picked
The phone remains silent
Only noise from TV
Prescription prices spiked
Beyond his small budget
A beautiful setting sun
Lingered then vanished
Against the cold wind
His warm heart full
At the end of the night
Love fuels the next day
For those in darkness
He prayed for the light
Ticket 2 Ride 
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