I don’t know how I arrived at this place,
Perhaps by the Universal Design
Some call Fate but is more like Divine Grace,
Visible thought of Invisible mind.
I help those who need help daily living,
Deemed “Developmentally Disabled”.
But in truth, they’re by far the more giving
Of folk and clearly have been mislabeled.
We, not they, should have the designation
Of being the disabled population.
For they have saved me from hating others
Through hearts that’d soften the hardest of heads.
Accepting everyone as their brothers,
They’ve taught me how to do the same instead.