The Reserve Goalkeeper: A Poem

I am the one who lurks on the fringes

I am the one soon forgotten

I am the one who you pray is never needed

I am the one overlooked

I am the one always there, always ready

I am the one who is waiting

I am the one whose opportunity is crisis

I am the one who is poised

For disaster

I

am

not

the

one

who

saves

But one day soon I might be

 - Wildcard