I Refuse To Be 'Maxwell'*

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.