The Old Ballgame

“There were two men down, and the score was tied, in the bottom of the eighth, when the pitcher died.” – Paul Simon

Mighty Casey waited

On a dark and stormy night

For the next pitch to arrive.

But he could have waited until his face turned blue.

The next pitch would never come.

The pitcher had shuffled off this mortal coil.

He left it all on the field.

He had followed the game plan

And gave all thanks to God for his talents.

He was a good man,

But in the end, he had ceased to exist.

He would not get the last big out.

Mighty Casey waited.