#1
I.
Ding.
A slew of unknown
footsteps move my
way. 
You never can tell
the character of a 
human
by their footsteps
alone.

II.
Ding.
Wrinkled hands
move slow.
How do you know 
the weight those
hands carried,
the tears those
hands wiped,
the bodies those
hands touched,
the crimes those
hands have done
by their movement
alone?

III.
Ding. 
Our companionship
short-lived
words exchanged for
coin
coin exchanged for 
cup.

IV.
Ding.
Rinse.
Repeat.
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