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
I really like the poem. It's simple and truthful. I would like to invite you to read my poem Innocence Lost. Its almost like the aftermath of this poem.