Puddle Stepper

Fine tuning my mortal being
has little to do with sight
for catching a cold without seeing
is a puddle steppin' plight

In a world full of lovers of
walking in (the) rains ----
especially with the one they love
not given into the rumor and
gossip of spite, innuendo thereof
Blindly,  sometimes it seems
walking in the wet and on an
euphoric high and gettin' muddy
and yet,  not really caring why
as long as it's with the one
they love.

Splash!
And now her socks are gushy wet.
Splash!
A cold, all sneezy, is what we'll get

Fine tuning the mortal body
has very little to do with sight

At one time or another
we mud walkers
become
puddle steppers...

Young at heart
& Old in  light!