Audience of One





I never knew
He needed to find
Someone to listen.
Cash was getting
Mighty slim
And drugstore sold elixir.
Daughter coughing
Pretty hard, and
What was there to fix her?
Wife was taking off
From work, but
How the cash was needed.
Here I played
My little harp, but
None passed by to heed it.


Soon the words ran
Elsewhere, rough
And tears flowed
From the portals.
Listening.
Caring.
Tough smiles wearing.
The best to
Find in mortals.
Yes they heeded
Good lines needed.
What a chance of merit.
Sing the Lord, the most adored
Love it, praise it, wear it.
The box near full
Of coin they pulled.
In two short hours.
I swear it.

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