Scuff Marks
Scuff marks —
that is what’s there.
Scuff marks,
I am wondering,
what is there?
and what should I expect?
I bounce, I fall, I stand up.
I am at sixes and sevens,
in a strange, strange, strange land.
Scuff marks.
No lasting damage,
but the scuff will remain.
And enthusiasm, hope, and excitement —
they all join together
and start to wane.
Eyes up, I try.
But I am not trying too hard.
Or is it that I don’t try hard enough?
Either way,
I am left with scuffs,
scuff marks.
James Garratt – Monday 28th April 2025
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Scuff Marks – Written Monday 28th April 2025 (Aged 50)
