Last Sound Heard

It was not the sound of babies crying Or anger, fear Old folks dourly discussing Nor disputes, debates Strident voices of cussing It was not the sound of children weeping Or taunts, doubts Young people rowdily ruminating Nor oppression craftiness, Ungrateful tones of murmuring It was not the sound of grown ups mourning Or dementia regrets, Middle age crisis managing Nor depression, unforgiveness Poisonous tongues of viper stings The last sound heard was the sound of death dying