You came from way down south, dodged the global flu.
Your family life was strong, it's love was tried and true.
You played against the odds, performed a major coup.
Eventually became, number forty-two.
You saw the world in gray, colors morphed as one.
No game you couldn't play, sport to you was fun.
Friends loved to have you home, yet urged you to move on.
Courage moved you forward, faith under the sun.
Wasps and haters fumed, a Negro out of place.
You shut the mouths of these, embraced the human race.
Lovers then consoled you, helped you through those days.
They had to face the truth; no one like him plays!
Your legacy lives on, hope was born that day.
A world with less constraints, now clearly on it's way.
We thank you for your strength, and hope and pray today,
that all alive will see the need to let the children play!