He was sitting in the park, all alone,
Visibly upset with his face screaming a silent groan,
It seemed as if he had just been hit with a mental cyclone.
Then came a person unknown…
The guy asked him if he was fine,
Tried cheering him up with games and jokes combined,
And alas, all his sadness suddenly became benign.
The person was his desperately needed lifeline,
And his night’s moonshine.
That human was no celebrity
That human might not have opened several charities
But he was a superstar full of compassion
And showed that small acts go so far that one can’t even imagine