Just Hold On Til Mo

When your son asks you advice on mascara,
When your head's a-flame and your mouth's a Sahara,
When that small, still voice inside prattles like Berra--
I've got two words:
Mariano Rivera.

When you're uprooted and force-marched to some terra
Incognita, a dark, doomed hell where a perky Sarah
Palin is president and not just a chimera--
Repeat to yourself:
Mariano Rivera.

When you yearn for escape and consider hara-
Kiri--Breathe deep, relax, don a fresh guayabera,
And watch the greatest hero since Before the Common Era--
He'll bless you and keep you:
Mariano Rivera.