I once met an old man
on his dying die,
who's only wish
was to again play.
The game he loved
and has missed for years,
not just a game
but was his career.
After retiring his number
for eveyone to see,
it was there he missed most
and always wanted to be.
Out in the field
being part of a team,
this to him
was the ultimate dream.
His dream came true
but in time had to end,
to him it was like losing
his very best friend.
He had his hands in prayer
with everything he told me,
just praying to the heavens
there was more baseball to see.
