Standing back, watching teens being rude, sitting down
right by the senior pool tables, putting their bags on
the floor in front of them, blocking the table.
Deciding that it wasn't right, I got up, grabbed a pool
stick and started playing, hitting the balls, then having
to go on the other side where they were sitting.
Saying, 'Excuse me', took my shot, got it in the pocket
then had to move forward, so I asked them to please move
their bags so I could get to the pool table and shoot.
They did, took my shot again once more, put my stick down,
but accidentally hit one boy's leg, I immediately said I
was sorry and he said, 'that's okay'.
Then we joked around a little before they got up and moved
away from the pool table, realizing that I was not a threat,
kids are really good, they just have to be reminded from
time to time to respect their elders.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem