I had my day in the sun.
I left no work undone.
I waged many battles to be won.
Thinking back now, it wasn’t all fun.
Because sometimes they booed and they jeered,
And they questioned my choice of career.
They doubted my skill at hurtling this sphere.
But there were days on the mound when I had no peer.
My days in the sun they were few.
But I felt so alive and so new.
Throwing ninety-five miles per hour on cue —
The smell of the grass, the warm summer dew.
Now I play baseball here in my mind.
I miss my old teammates — the contracts I signed.
Looking back I knew nothing better I’d find.
But the seasons with speed, they sure did unwind.

My day in the sun went too fast.
My all-star seasons flew past.
World Series pitchers don’t last —
Just a bit player in the MLB cast.
That was the time of my life.
Now I’ve got a great family and wife.
Sometimes without baseball it cuts like a knife.
But I’d do it again despite all the strife.

My day in the sun now seems brief.
What I miss most is the chance to compete.
The money and cars, those you can keep.
Since I gave it my all there is no defeat.
If I could go back tomorrow and play,
If only for just one more blessed day,
I would stand proudly on that mound of clay,
And pitch the baseball again until the sun fades away.