Encouraged by a conspiracy of magpies,
I embrace and inhale the waking day.
Propelled, strengthened by the love
you show and share, I make my way to daily work.
Luckier than some to have a role, interacting,
given relevance by the slot I occupy.
But I am the man you make me,
despite what labels say
issued by society,
that pigeon holing Mammon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem