'Fallen Star' Poem by Bernard Snyder

I've won numerous batting titles
and 'MVP' rings,
by baseball standards
I've accomplished everything,
stadiums have sold out
in every city I've played,
but lately it's been my court battles
that has taken over the sports page,
I would rather be remembered for
all the good I've done,
the game-winning hits or
tape-measured home runs,
but I have to be realistic
and understand there is a stain,
that could tarnish my career
or add an asterisk by my name,
the judge said it would be a pity
and a darn right shame
if this ordeal end up costing me
my place in the 'Hall of Fame',
but I'll just have to accept that
because there's no one else to blame,
I'm not even sure
if my fans would look at me the same,
nonetheless, my fate sits
in the hands of a judge
who doesn't care about accolades
or my eight 'gold gloves,
I've got to face the truth
even though it's killing me inside
the very thing that brought out the best in me
may have also become my demise.