Saw this poem in a comment thread about Phil Hughes....even if you are not religious, its still beautiful!! As he walked towards the heavens gates, he stood there all alone. And turned his face back to the world, and the country he called home. He saw the tear stained faces, that spanned Australia wide For the little bloke from Macksville, who tragically had died. He spun to face Saint Peter, with his bat and cap in hand, He asked, Please dont let my friends and family suffer, just help them if you can Saint Peter embraced the saddened man and held him strong and true, Theyll never be alone my son, theyll forever still have you. Although you had to leave them, and that world you did depart. A piece of you forever remains in each of their sad hearts. As Hughes had turned to enter heaven through the stunning Golden Gate, A voice yelled from the shadows Come over here now mate. Bradman stood there grinning with a bat and ball in hand. He put his arm around Phils shoulder and said Youre up to bat young man. RIP Phillip Hughes - 63 not out! (Author unknown)
Posted on: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 09:01:37 +0000
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