When ever I see or hear of a coach with the kind of outlook that you have, it prompted me to write a poem. I called it "you'll Live Forever Coach"
You’ll Live on Forever Coach
As a coach you pass on the magic ball,
of a game that’s played by the tall and small.
Knowledge of a game that we constantly rehearse,
like reminding all to take that turn at first.
And then there’s fielding and catching the hit,
soft hands for the short and a nimble mitt.
Then there’s the toss as easy as could be,
in a scorekeeper’s book - one to two, then six to three.
We watch them grow and move along,
upward in levels, like a new day’s dawn.
A little of you has gone with each kid,
a little of you, that will forever live.
Your smile and words, of this or that,
a simple gesture and a tip of your cap.
Good words of support, your wisdom is heard,
by those that go on, never to return.
It’s a life you’ve lived, of bat and glove,
giving freely your knowledge of the game you love.
A new generation will enjoy this day,
a game of ball, because you came their way.
It’s a rewarding life this job we do,
rewards of pride and friendship to.
But the most rewarding is you’ll carry over,
is with those you coached,
you’ll live on forever