He Is Just A Little Boy

He stands at the plate
With his heart punding 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 misses.
There's a groan from the crowd,
with some boos and hisses.
A thoughtless voice cries,
"Strike out the bum."
Tears fill eyes,
the games;s no longer fun.
So open your heart and give him a break,
For its moments like this
a man you can make.
Please keep this in mind
when you hear somenone forget
He is just a little boy, and not a man yet.
                                                               Chaplain Bob Fox