Two men on the tube...

They're both greying
Asian, clearly
Exchanging banter
After a hard day's work
An occasional smile
A responding twinkle
The youth of their hearts
Belied by the lines on their faces
Their hands are rough
(they're labourers, you see)
But their eyes are soft
Just like their hearts
One complains about his rough hands
Bruised after a day of carrying bricks
The other shows his own cuts
And then reaches in his bag
To bring out a tube of hand lotion
The message seems clear
I lost myself in our chat
And forgot about my hands
Till you showed me yours
Two men on the tube
Oblivious to the world around them
Only they know where they're going
And that's okay, very okay
Because they're together, neither is alone