A few teenagers huddle at a club entrance,
Smoking a joint: high on life.
While a homeless woman roams the streets,
Begging for a small amount of money,
------To survive in this world.

I've missed your voice bby.
Well done. -hugs- I have nothing to say.

Stunning. xx

I loved the last line.. "searching for a part of ourselves" cause thats exactally what everyone in this world is doing.. congrats wonderful poem.