Our Friend Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Our Friend



Sitting, hands clasped upon his knees, watching the other guys play pool.
Wanting to be able to join in, but having to wait for the next game to get a turn.
A quiet, gentle man whom I respect tremendously as a friend of ours.

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