To the Unsung, the Ordinary

What can it mean?
I ought to find out.
Does it hold true for everything,
for everyone?
What will become of the world?
Should the path ahead be left,right or centre?
What could be the possible implications of such an eventuality?

But wait,
I am thirsty,
I am hungry,

I see the old woman come and collect the dirty dishes,
She is all smiles,
I've seen her do the same thing for more than a year,
Nothing path-breaking,nothing political,
And yet, the confident smile.