Sometimes life’s like a baseball game;
though it may not bring you fame.
Perhaps you’ve been thrown a curve ball
and your back’s up against a wall.
You long to run around each base,
but you have to walk, you can’t race.
In life you can’t stand to go slow.
You don’t want to stop, you must go.
Then there’s that moment you strike out,
all of your abilities you doubt.
No longer do you want to play,
on the bench is the place to stay.
Then you finally hit the mark
and the ball soars out of the park.
You feel this game of life you’ve won
when you hit your golden home run.