The Arrows

My son plays pool;
My daughter sings.
We all must do
What gives us wings.

We find our niche
And take our place.
It’s where we each
Create our space.

If others notice,
That’s real nice.
If not, self-judgment
Will suffice.

For if we’re off,
We practice more;
And when we’re on
We’re free to soar.

We all must seek
Our path to climb.
For me, the arrows
Point to rhyme.