Standing back, watching teens being rude, sitting down
right by the senior pool table, putting their bags in
front of them on the floor, blocking the pool table.
Deciding that it wasn't right, got up grabbed a pool
stick and started playing, hitting the balls and going
on the side where they were sitting.
Said, excuse me, took my shot, got it, then had to move
forward, asking them to please move their bags so I could
get to the pool table and shoot.
They did, I took my shot again, then put my stick down,
accidentally hitting one teen's leg, said I was sorry
and he said that's okay.
We joked around a little before they all 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