He stands at the plate with 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, A groan from the crowd, some boos and some hisses.

A thoughtless voice cries, strike out that bum, Tears fill his eyes, the games no longer fun.

So open your heart and give him a break, For its moments like this, a man you can make.

Keep this in mind when you hear someone forget, He's just a little boy, and not a man yet!!!!!

written by Bob Fox, a minor league pitcher and little league coach