The two hands meet after a day's toil
their fate in celebration
chimes a soft "gong"
a blanket of silence covers the night
for once.... only the gong and the night
a man breathes heavy... short and shaky
death is at the door.. a waiting bully
alas he breathes his last.. hopes and despair.. all lost
yet on his face..warmth spread
as the fingers give away from her