Maggot Number Three

A poem about hope to a student who nicknamed me :" Maggot Number Three"

Maggot Number Three

 

Even maggot number three, must have hope,

or she or he, wouldn’t get up to go to work.

Wriggling around in the dark all day,

Searching for some food or decay.

 

Like a tiny grain of rice without the safety of a husk,

The maggot presses on…

 

And dreams of metamorphosis.

Reviews

[Gee]

Well, at least you were not elevated to.the lofty position of queen maggot, maggot numero uno :))
Could be worse behind my back on site I'm sure the lads on site call me " Gee the count" dropping the "O" though :))
You have a writing style that is very easy to read, enjoyable

[Chris Shaw]

Maggot Number Three. What a nickname. Well I guess the consolation was, there were at least two others apart from you. I like your response and I hope the student got to read it:)

[willweb]

Wow, that is a pretty wild nickname and you used it to your benefit and hopefully, he or she will get something out of this. I would be willing to bet, it may be something they never forget. These kinds of things will stick to a kid's memory and he or she will probably smile when it comes back to mind about 20 years from now. Really cool.

[John the Baptist]

Yes, adolescence is a time for bestowing affectionate nicknames. The aforementioned student has the makings of a poet.