Concise Precision Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking through windows in front of where I'm sitting,
watching pool players hitting balls all over the table
with concise precision, hitting them into pockets.

At times at great odds, many challenges confronting
them with every ball being hit, patterns and designs
changing constantly.

Never being the same twice, many equations being seen
in every turn, using mathematics instantly, everyone's
brain functioning on a certain level, trying to do each
move correctly to finally win the game.