Still It Hurts!

Still It Hurts!

Even now after all these years

I look back and remember to fight back tears

At 32 you left us it didn’t seem right

While practicing take-offs in Canton via flight

So many people around you were worried

Advancing in licensed flight-to some a bit hurried

For 17 years nothing seemed to work

In the Bronx as a new captain forever lurked

You were the first since the Iron Horse

He too suffered an unfair fate of course

They called you fat, grouchy and unfriendly

What a crock-Here’s a shock-take stock-An MVP!

A handler of pitchers and a leader of teammates

To anyone who doubts me I say: 1978!

You put your body through a decade of hell

The media favored Carton Fisk-you said ‘Oh Well!’

Yes you came from Canton-the home for the pigskin

Wherever you played-a situation win win

Even now (after 33 years) I wonder what might have been

As a coach, a manager, author, model citizen

You did what you did for the love of family

God had a different plan and different destiny

Since 1979 Yankee fans have tried to find the words

Even today after 33 years…Still It Hurts

Your passing was the end of my childhood.

WILLIE MARTIN

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