Down the path I walk
In my hands, I hold my fork
Down the path I walk,
Silence seems to mock
With thunder voice he screemed
Young lad! Young lad! he called
Like a scroll, my eyes unfold
He smiles like gold
Down the path I walk
In my hands, I found not my fork
The sun’s rays started to block
For I walk on the right loke
Down the path I walk is long
The image I painted is wrong
He empowered me to sing along
And believe in laziness as I slog
He has made my pocket empty
And said he is called poverty.
Write the rhyming scheme for the poem above.
Can I also title it “Poverty “?