Purpose

The Dancer bravely hides the pain

Her muscles weak and sore

Long past are the days on stage

The ovations are no more

She sits in front of little babes

Their boredom clearly shows

But maybe one will have that special gift

So she can pass on what she knows

The Pitcher watches from the bench

At his starter on the mound

Once an all-star, now a coach

A new purpose is what he’s found

He’s shared his knowledge with his staff

They’ve learned a thing or two

He’ll call on college coaches he knows

“I’ve got an arm for you!”

The game has ended, the Pitcher goes home

The Dancer’s already there

She’s started supper, he sets the plates

And a glass of wine to share

They tell the stories of their day

Of the youth they’ve helped to grow

No more cheers and awards for them

Their impact now is what they know