We rack the days each month and then
they break apart time and again.
Our ordered plans quite randomly
can find us on our heels.
We’re challenged by another’s choice
that silences our eager voice
and finds us angling our aims
and banking (fingers crossed).
Behind the eight ball, we are blind.
We’re snookered by what seems unkind.
But patiently we call our shots
and do the best we can.
Sometimes we scratch and lose our turn,
then take our cues from from those who’ve learned
that life (like pool) takes more than skill.
We play what we’ve been giv’n.