I wait for my name to be called

I wait for a finger to point at me

I watched other people walk towards their teams

I just wonder when mines going to be

I watched as people high-fived their team captain or friends

I watched as some teams were as perfect as crackers and tea

The bleachers became emptier and emptied

Until Im the second to last one sitting, see

I saw the other team captain thinking carefully

Won’t you pick me please?

One more person goes so here I am

I was the last choice, obviously