Maggots to Men
Some maggots complain
Unsure of shoulder bumps
That invariably appear
With burdens they cry
“Why am I afflicted?”
While other larvae
Rejoice in knowledge
That others never realize
Shoulder bumps grow
Into future wings
Without which they
Can never escape
Life under the outhouse
They are born to
Author’s note: To many of us predict negative out-comes, setting ourselves up for self-fulfilling/ self-defeating behavior. We must turn every stumbling block in life into a stepping stone.
This poem is about:
Our world