Richard Sherman tipped a ball
and turned the course of a game.
For this he spewed a stream of gall
to feed his pride and fame.
Meanwhile, a soldier risks his life,
a fireman does the same,
while a policeman calms some strife,
and no one speaks their names.
A teacher notices a boy or girl
who sits alone and shy,
and they coax young thoughts to unfurl,
and no one wonders why.
A workman, weary, his route must roam
on frozen winter day.
He keeps families in their homes
and all for modest pay.
We see our heroes all around,
their efforts make them tall.
But no silent, modest, grace was found
when Richard Sherman tipped a ball.