Soul Aid

Staggering down the sidewalk as I walk he catches my eye, which I can't hide, stands upright, straightens, smiles.
"My friend," and it's a thick Irish accent. "Can you spare a few quid?"
I'm feeling generous, and it's Friday and everyone should be able to buy a drink or two.
"Take four."
I hand it to him, he smiles, I walk away, he waves, screaming "God bless ya!" and wheels around, making a pump motion with his fist, smile wide.
It's the little things that make the sun shine brighter, just like when you called.
It was right after I had a beautiful burnout, lingering smoke and all.
Your voice felt good, if sound can be a sensation.
Helped clear the air.