Puddle Power
A toddler and a puddle’s
Like a magnet and some nails.
All logic is abandoned;
Spontaneity prevails.
There’s no thought of discomfort,
Of one’s clinging clothing damp;
Just joy in jumping jauntily,
A puddle pounding champ.
As we grow up we lose that edge
And life becomes a muddle.
Perhaps we’d sort it out if we
Could splash into a puddle!
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