Samb Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

An elderly gentleman, quietly humorous and gentle,
displaying his prowess at playing pool while his
partners look on, laughing and giggling at his
attempts.
Ignoring the laughter and remarks, this gentleman
slowly, calmly, takes his shot and the balls roll
into pockets, allowing him to win the game.
As he walks away, I can see a grin - a smile -
proudly displaying his heart and soul upon his
shoulder.
A tip of his hat brim as he walks to his seat.