The woman in front
Snatched the sugar
A great handful of golden sachets
Dangling on her emerald tray
Rushing towards a table, an empty table,
The only table, then an elderly man
Rushed from the doorway, and spotted the table
They raced
They converged
They fought
Until she slipped with the tray,
Split her tea, scattered the golden sachets,
She won the race and the fight
Was worth it,
She had the empty table, to enjoy her
Split cold tea and scattered golden sachets.
Life From A Park Bench 
Sometimes a ‘win’ yields nothing positive!