With heart pounding fast.
The bases are loaded;
The die has been cast.
Mom and dad cannot help him,
He’s standing all alone.
A hit at this moment
Would send the team home.
The ball meets the plate;
He swings and he misses.
There’s a groan from the crowd
With some boos and some hisses.
A thoughtless voice cries,
“Strike out the bum.”
Tears fill his eyes,
The game no longer fun.
So open your hearts
And give him a break.
For it’s moments like this,
A man can make.
Keep this in mind
When you hear someone forget.
He’s just a little boy
And not a man yet.
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