Thanksgiving Poem by Marcel Aouizerate

I am the optimist, which also means
that I am often wrong, but the way I am wrong
suits me just as well: I haven't lost the time.

Hence I traffic mostly in hope
gladly carrying someone else's luggage,
always leaving despair at the very short end.

I fed off the fist of those who wronged us,
the same way I would have
from their open hand.

Now that I turned into the provider, I forgot
important debts and lost track of my dues,
I am travelling light.