Not a passing dish
For the poor and frail
Seen within a faith
Behind a darkened veil

Granting gratitude
For a nemesis near
Without apprehension
To no longer fear

Like a toss in the jar
They are drinking from
Made five pence richer
To add to their sum

Biting on the coin
To test its metal
Convinced its true
They decide to settle

So a hand shake later
To test whose strong
Squeezing still
That lasted too long