If I must leave you , think only this of me ;
that there's some corner of a well kept diamond field which never floods .
There shall be on that rich , timeless magical firma , a special place reserved ;
for Dads who in their suits and ties , squeegeed rain and mud , and prayed their kids might play that day .
A place where they watch from smiling .
A place where those good deeds rewarded , find vital , " old school " chums visiting , recalling oversized uniforms ,
and ballgames most sublime .
Think me there , this heart ; all evil shed away ;
a fresh faced rookie now , on a Universal team .
no less ensconsed within than the pillars of Hercules .
Think me home .
Think me smiling , as when we shared Summer days of laughter ,
bright , and warm and full of promise .
Think me strong , ever true and passionate .
Think me too , in sights and sounds of dreams of happy days past , and those still left to come ;
and they will . They will .
Think me blessed with so many days spent among welcome friends of gentleness ;
whos hearts of peace , just would not let me fall .
Think of me , under an All American sky , playing that all American game .
There you will find me !