Noticing two boys playing pool here at the Senior Center,
both concentrating intently on trying to get the balls in-
to the pockets and winning the game.
Pure and total innocence on their faces, the wonder and
beauty of youth not yet learning the truth of what lies a-
head in their futures.
Hoping it's not all strife and strain, having hope and a
genuine faith will get them through whatever is thrown at
them in the years to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem