Two gentlemen playing pool, respectful towards each
other, polite, yet bursting out in laughter more
often than not.
Joking with one another and having fun while playing
throughout the afternoon here at the senior center.
Bonding friendship decorating each of them as they
find the goodness in one another throughout the rest
of their lives, even when not playing pool.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a wonderful slice of life and a truthful display of how friendship gradually unfolds in shared activity. But I hope when it's my time to be CONFINED as these men are there will be a vibrant Poetry Club - I can do without pool! Unfortunately care centers find things like pool tables easy to stock - Poetry Clubs that would demand some creative effort. I was shocked at the sterility of life at my mom's very expensive care center. That's why the quiet joy at finding a friend is so charming and pleasing in your poem. That's what we need in old age because AT MY BACK I ALWAYS HEAR TIME'S WINGED CHARIOT HURRYING NEAR (Marvell, To His Coy Mistress)