Was He A Child?

Was he a child? (NARRATED 7/9/10) I was feeling down and out depressed and in despair My chest was feeling tight My mind up in the air Like so many others I was living from week to week I was all the way down to my lowest peak. Nothing seemed to console me, so I decided to take a walk. Sat on a park bench when with me, a child started to talk. What’s wrong mister? You look like you lost your best friend. But don’t you worry, for soon it will end. Its just like when I play baseball, and I want to hit a home run And when I don’t do it, I feel like getting a gun. My coach always tells me that I can’t always hit a home run. As long as I get on base, that’s all that has to be done. I looked at this child, he had a big smile on his face He took me back- to another time, another place. Well I’ve got to run mister to meet my family For they are always there to hug and comfort me. I thought: now here is a child with wisdom Who seems to know more than me. How is this possible? How can it be? I turned to thank him and to tell him to have a nice day But he was gone, he just slipped away. I got up off the bench and looked all around But he was not in sight, and nowhere to be found. I felt a sense of freedom, like a burden taken off of me For all those cares and worries, no longer bothered me. WAS HE A CHILD?