Analysis of The Puddle

There you are before me
Blocking the path I must take
No way to go around
If only you could tell a tale
Of the thousands of feet that have passed through
The big splashes or the small ones
The ones that have fun jumping up and down
And the ones that try to not splash at all
Different people have clearly different views
On the ways to accomplish certain things
In ancient days
Chivalrous men would lay their capes down
So the women could pass by
The tales you could only tell
If only you could speak
Those of the thousands of feet
That have crossed upon this path