The long season, mercy, has come to close,
Twenty six years and no winner’s sweet pose.
A first half of hope, glory: distant dream,
Replaced without warning by nightmare’s scream.
Dickey was a blessing; Harvey: surprise,
Could be anchors of a staff on the rise.
Johan brought us to tears on a June night,
Prayers are there he can join in the next fight.
There’s a real fear that David Wright might go.
But Ike put on second half home run show,
There are solid blocks to build on, for sure,
Our youth just could be this misery’s cure.
It feels we are so far from a champ’s ring.
But hope surely is reborn come the Spring.
Even if no one else gives us best bets,
I will always stand tall, say, “LETS GO METS!”
