An older man
Comes in and fills the office candy machine.
I see him now and then,
He walks awkwardly with the weight.
I wonder what his family's like,
And if he really likes those sweets.
How did he get that job?
Did he retire but it's not enough?
Usually his pants hang a bit low
I don't really know him, and so
We pass each other in the hallway
Without saying a word - me on my side, and he on his.