Just A Child

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 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 some hisses.
A 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 can make.
Keep this in mind
when you hear someone forget
He's just child,
not an adult yet.