My Baseball Jersey: A Baseball Sonnet

Whose name is on the back?

Pulsonic Baseball Game image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

My Baseball Jersey

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

I wear your number and your name,
Though long you are from dugout gone.
And when weigh they your total game,
One season short decide you’ve shone.
But I remember, and I rue
That never did you get your due.
You practiced till your shot was sure,
Whipped balls whizzed ‘cross the diamond wide.
At-bats made so precisely pure,
Five horses could not better stride.
Now when my son has me accost,
And asks whose name is there embossed,
I say, it’s him who let not fall
An inning’s outs to give not all.