I refuse to be 'Maxwell',
Though that is my name.
When mom called me that,
Was she playing some game?
Maxwell was her father,
Who died just before
I came into the world
Through her open front door.
This custom of sticking
Old names on a tot,
Thus saddling them down,
I think it is not
Quite fair! Who's she see,
When she calls me by name?
Does she see me or him?
To her, are we the same?
'Max' sounds like a boxer.
I'm not quite one of those.
But I'm not my dead grandpa!
They leave no other choice.
My first name was once 'Joy.' I dropped it for I liked the mystery Of my middle name. Now I tell everyone, Once I was a Joy but not any more. (so now you know the true story.) Raynette
Well done Max...and I refuse to address you as Maxwell, don't want you to come down upon my head with a silver hammer. Kenneth
I'm filled with euphoria, My full name is Gloria! Well done, Max!
I always hated my name ' Amberlee' growing up, because Amber was such a boring and common name. Then when I got older, I started going by Amberlee, since that is my full first name..then I realized it was sort of different..now, it's not so bad. I actually like the name Max, it reminds me of youth... excellent poem by the way.
That’s y I think name is never my identity. It is some where beyond, name and body…. Good poem…Max[ if u wana known by this name]..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can relate to that sort of.....my name is an old name and I always wondered why my parents named me what they did.....good write!