In a pocket of the community center are seniors enjoying
a newly donated pool table.
Joy upon their faces, concentration of their next move
dwelling in eyes of different colors.
Shooting balls across and around the table, colors rolling
and falling into pockets made just for their entrance.
Winners, losers, it doesn't really matter, everyone cheers
for one another, especially when a difficult shot is
mastered and a game won.
In total agreement all the pool players, enjoying their
friendship and friendly games, give thought to the
wonderful people who donated the pool table for their
pleasure.
Thanking them immeasurably from their hearts, a wonderful
couple, caring enough to share their past joy with others
now.
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