Iím soon to be thirty and working for a living
The rent, the bills, and the loans it seems Iím always giving.
I have a good job that I earned with my degree
But ask me if Iím happy and you will hear my plea.
I donít enjoy working just to make it by
I canít foresee some thirty years of suits, shirts and ties.
I want to be paid for something that I truly love to do
And that is playing baseball, a dream I once pursued.
I donít need millions to play a simple game
I wonít need my ego stroked; I will still remain the same.
A glove, a bat, a ball is all that I will need
I will play with class and dignity, not with crass and greed.
Iíll hustle every day and earn each dime I make
You will never see me loafing and injuries I wonít fake.
I will never sign and autograph to satisfy my greed
Iíll sign for every boy and girl and every one for free.
The game is not a business as others may believe
It is still just a game for those who think like me.
Those who are so lucky to be paid to play this game
If they are found complaining, shame, shame, shame.
My desire to be a pro has lasted many years
The game has passed me by and I must fight the tears.
I realize that I will never have the chance to play
I will have to make the best of it by working every day.