When, You Step Into Street Puddles With A Heavy Heart

When, you step into street puddles with a heavy heart. One foot either side of two yellow lines you can’t park You haven’t the time for reflective thoughts to impart- Upon their dulled sad feelings, you just have to debark. You might want to sit on a wet curb like you once done Back when you were 9 or 10 but now times have moved on It’s like you’re too old for grey days, it must be the sun Too much is riding my shoulders to pass the baton. But for one sinking moment you feel an immense fear Has hold of your shoe, and if you struggle to keenly An alligator might take a huge snap at your rear... Life brings such irrationality, routinely.