He stands at the plate
With his heart beating fast,
The bases are loaded
The dye has been cast.
Mom and Dad cannot help him,
He stands all alone,
A hit at this moment,
Would bring the boys home.
The ball nears the plate,
He swings hard but misses,
There’s a groan from the crowd,
With some boos and some hisses.
A thoughtless voice cries out,
‘Strike out the bum!’
Tears fill the boys eyes,
The game’s no longer fun.
Parents and spectators,
With faces of stone,
Remember, he’s just a boy,
Who is standing alone.
Please open your heart
And give him a break,
For it’s moments like this,
A great man you can make.
So keep this in mind,
If you hear someone forget,
He’s just a small boy
And not a man yet.
