Gentlemen, aging slowly as they play pool together,
laughing, joking, displaying their prowess to one
another.
Focusing on hitting balls into pockets of glory,
momentarily forgetting their burdensome ills and
life.
Smoothing wrinkles of time, they shoot to their
heart's content, until it's time to go home again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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