With a touch of expertise.

He seemed accustomed,

To the crowded electric train.

In his hands, he clutched,

Remote covers and batteries.

He held them out to people,

Selling which was his livelihood.

Many just looked right through him,

While some didn’t even bother that.

But on he kept going,

From compartment to compartment.

When he made a sale at last,

There was a look of concentration.

Carefully collecting the money,

He handed the change and moved on.

This might seem like a simple act,

To many a passerby.

But this man lives on a vision of hope,