There are two sides to every city
Each village has its ups and downs
No suburb lacks a good and bad side
Nor does Miami stand apart
Somehow the crowds that walk on Flagler
The street dividing North and South
Their light sides seem to be more shiny
While alleys dark are much more so
There's something tragic in this fast pace
Amid the well-fed and well-shod
The homeless wretched seem more needy
Than any other place I've been
There are two sides to every city
Each village has its ups and downs
No suburb lacks a good and bad side
Nor does Miami stand apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'There's something tragic in this fast pace', so sad!