Observations From a Squash Court Wall

Built to take the abusive raqueteering punishment unleashed upon me by human beings Towering around those agile people so quick of foot and strong of arm with blood sweat, and testosterone raging Black rubber ball scuffs pure white painted walls a dash here, a strike there, a record good or bad but each a mark of personal aptitude from a player Highly varnished wooden floors sit at my foot Echoing squeaks and thumps from trainers around vast cells where contenders choose to be imprisoned Supportive friends often stand outside courts cheering on While racquets wave, splicing the air repeatedly Until game over, exhausted and calmer pair remove shoes then vacate Will this leave me in peace again or will it mean my services are further required today Just what is on my timetable and for how long my working life?