Humble, the endeavor

Misty eyed, at the sight,

Of his glorious presence,

 

Otherwise languid in pace,

She seemed rocking today.

 

The glaring difference then

 The turnout of one other

 

Felt alive enough, to muster all,

She said, once of my words.

 

Being there was another jolt

A shot of buoyant optimism

 

Morale booster, was the word,

Used by a usually reticent one

 

That’s all that is the purpose,

To be of use to another.