RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Future Pool Players
Future generations of pool players gather around a
table filled with colored balls.
Wondering what they're supposed to hit first with
long, long sticks, they discuss the problem at length.
Finally, deciding that anyone will do, they aim and
miss, laughing all the way through, deciding in the
end that it's best played with laughter and humor
instead of just sticks and balls.
Poking the table, accidentally hitting a ball,
rejoicing that it's been hit, becoming the expert,
suddenly giving advice to the others.
This is the way of children as they congregate
together, participating in lives of one another.
Learning how to get along and diversify their
personal experiences to merge for the good and
equality of everyone on earth one day.
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