When, You Step Into Street Puddles With A Heavy Heart Poem by Mark Heathcote

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.