Puddled Reflections

Throughout my life I have found myself staring into puddles A flawless reflection That one raindrop fuddles When I was young I used to yearn for the other side Perhaps some sort of preeminent override My mind would stream with thought abound As current woes would always drown As I Grew Older Thoughts thickened akin to porridge Puddles were forest for my mind to forage Clarion images would surface clear as day So fragile one drop of rain could ripple them away I am now a man Who has become older in his age Who can't pass a puddle without becoming engaged I have no objection To my affection With water collection In retrospection My last life Must have been a reflection Though the average puddle Is a mere inch or two deep I'm fully emerged Every time my mind takes a leap