Song For The Old Ones Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFG HIHI HFJ GHGH GHKH GLML

My Fathers sit on benchesA
their flesh counts every plankB
the slats leave dents of darknessC
deep in their withered flanksD
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They nod like broken candlesE
all waxed and burnt profoundF
they say 'It's understandingG
that makes the world go round '-
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There in those pleated facesH
I see the auction blockI
the chains and slavery's cofflesH
the whip and lash and stockI
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My Fathers speak in voicesH
that shred my fact and soundF
they say 'It's our submissionJ
that makes the world go round '-
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They used the finest cunningG
their naked wits and wilesH
the lowly Uncle TommingG
and Aunt Jemima's smilesH
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They've laughed to shield their cryingG
then shuffled through their dreamsH
and stepped 'n' fetched a countryK
to write the blues with screamsH
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I understand their meaningG
it could and did deriveL
from living on the edge of deathM
They kept my race aliveL

Maya Angelou



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