Suitcase in hand.

Sacred book on top.

Navigating the queue.

Without a stop.

Meek in manner.

Eyes downcast.

When he was addressed

That do not last.

Eyes lit up.

A Charisma fire started.

The man I thought meek.

Become lion hearted.

With resolve in his eyes

And ruffled up sleeves.

To those he spoke to

Were loathe to leave.

The episode short and he moved on.

For several minutes after.

His name lived on.

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