All Alone At The Plate

He's just a little boy,
Standing alone at the plate.

As he waits, he worries.
What is to be his fate?

He's gripping the bat,
As his heart is pounding.

All the bases are loaded,
Already the die is cast.

Mom and Dad can't help him now
He  is all alone at the plate.

A hit at this very moment
Would let his team go to state.   

The ball is nearing the plate.
On the third pitch, he swings and misses.
and just yet

A groan escapes the crowd,
Even some boos and hisses.

A thoughtless voice cries out,
"Strike the bum out."
 
Forgetting  he's just a little boy
Who is standing all alone.

So open your hearts
Give the kid a break.

For its moments like this
A man you can make.

Keeping this in mind
When someone else forgets.

That, he's just a little boy,
Not quite a man just yet.