Sugar Man

Suddenly his shadow creeps on me The tiptoeing man a new recruit Walks with the tray of glasses of tea There couldn’t be a man more mute! The most conspicuously inconspicuous He walks the office hall as in a trance On a mission of filling and refilling glass Seeing therein his salvation’s chance! He moves around in a rigid detachment Never hurrying and looking never eager Except when he asks if you need sugar All the day he repeats this one statement! About him my envy I would now confide Ill paid though he has taken life into stride Lies unlocked in his breast the one mystery One wealth to which he has found the key!