Well Hi to all & wish you all a very happy & prosperous new year. Its after a long time again that i'm here. To pour some thoughts of mine in this world of actively thoughtful people. Here I go with some lines that I have written recently while on my way back home from work when it was late night. Like everyday out, I'm rushing home today, I've done the job, relaxed! I smoke all the way. And there stands a girl, with a baby on her chest, & she hugs him close, as close as they can get. It's cold out for them, but I've got a heater in my car, they look all broken, And I don't have a scar. She walks down to me, And I turn my face, She knocks on the glass, butI've got to race. The baby clutches her tight, out of cold he cries, but all I cared about then, was the traffic lights. She spread her palm for alms, but how SELFISH of me, I knew she needs my help, but I didn't give a penny. A poet's heart is soft, & I do write sometimes, but I hide my own needs, behind my every line. How SELFISH of me!!!