Lucky Man Poem by John F. McCullagh

Just so many seasons in a lifetime.
Just so many innings in the game.
Years I spent toiling in Ruth’s shadow,
Batting my way to the hall of fame.


I proudly wore the mantle of the Captain
Which Ruth held just one day (to his great shame)
I stepped aside when I was struck by sickness
-my life a shortened, but official, game.


And now another Yankee claims my record-
a man like me who battles for the prize.
The Angels say he plays the game the right way.
He is a worthy Captain in my eyes.


The park is new, the team is good this season
My seat is in the grandstand way up high.
Remember my farewell one distant summer.
When I alone knew how I was to die.