He stands at the plate, With his heart pounding fast.
The bases are loaded, the die has been cast.
Mom and Dad cannot help him, he stands 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's no longer fun.
So open your heart and give him a break,
For it's moments like this a man you can make.
Please keep this in mind When you hear someone forget.
He is just a little boy, and not a man yet.