Someday, I won't be there to play anymore
I won't be there to make the ball roll
I won't be there to play with my teammates
I won't be there to see the grimace in my coach's face
Someday, I will be just an ordinary spectator
From afar enjoying the game called softball
No more sweat, tears and blood to share
No more agony and worry to conquer
Someday, I will no longer hold a ball
Neither a bat, a gloves, a rubber ball
I will no longer experience a bad fall
Or feel angry about an umpire's bad call
So, dear present self
Please dust your gloves from the shelf
Train hard for the coming games
For all we know, you'll be leaving this place...