Just a Little Boy

He stands at the plate with his heart pumping fast,
The bases are loaded; the die, has been cast.
Mom and Dad cannot help him now, he stands all alone,
And a hit at this moment would send the team home.

The ball nears the plate, he swings and he misses,
There’s a groan from the crowd, with some boos and some hisses.
The 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.
Keep this in mind when you hear someone forget,
He’s just a little boy; he’s not a man yet.

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