He is just a little boy.
He stands at the plate with his heart pounding fast. The bases are loaded; the die has been cast.
His parents can't help him; he stands all alone, a hit at this moment would send his team home. The ball nears the plate, he swings and he misses. There's a groan from the stands, with some loud boos and hisses. A father's voice cries, "Strike out this bum!" The batters eyes fill, (is this game fun?)
He's just a little boy or girl, who stands all alone, and at times like this he would rather be home. So open your heart and give him a break, for its moments like this, an adult you can make. Keep this in mind when you hear someone forget. He's just a little boy and not a man yet!