Chien-Ming Wang, the poem (redux)

A blast from our past, Oct. 22, 07...

(Because those who forget the past... are Mets fans.)

Chien-Ming Wang, (5 innings, 12 earned runs)

Some shall wonder why Joe’s gone,
Some shall cry out, “What went wrong?”
Some will blame that insect throng,
But I’ll remember Chien-Ming Wang.

For sure, his ending was foregone
That night we watched our lead withdrawn.
And now, it hurts to say, “So long.”
And then to ponder Chien-Ming Wang.

Next summer, birds shall sing their song,
While happy children play along.
But we’ll remember who is gone,
Whenever we see Chien-Ming Wang.