Alone at the Plate

He pulls on a helmet, picks up a bat
And walks to the plate “gotta hit and that’s that”

The crowd starts to yell, the game’s on the line
Last inning, two outs, and the scores nine to nine.

Dad yells, “go get it”, Mom wrings her hands
Coach yells “hit it” but alone there he stands.

Heros are made on seconds such as this,
But he’s just a little boy, what if he should miss?

Years after the game ended and he’s little no more
Will he remember the outcome or even the score?

No he’ll have forgotten if he was out, hit or run,
He’ll only look back on his friends and the fun.

So cheer this boy on, alone with his fate;
Help him remember with fondness, this stand at the plate.

Spend your time wisely and help in his quest
To be a hitter with confidence and always his best.