Richard Lamoureux Poet Rhyme

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Pardon my ignorance but I have received no poetic training, can someone give me the correct cattegory for this style? Is Rhyme correct?
Thanks

Dead Giveaway

I look through these trinkets
You've collected since birth
I'm left here to wonder
Do they have any worth

People didn't matter
For them you had no use
It was things you cared for
people you gave abuse

Your life partially lived
Didn't end soon enough
You created pain
In the pursuit of stuff

Dead as a doornail
your things left behind
Given away to others
Now in death you are kind

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CayCay Godwin October 14, 2015 at 7:39 PM Love the way you delivered this message - bam, bam, bam - maybe the only way to reach this type of personality (the living ones.) (every time I come back I have a hard time finding my place, but it is worth it.) ... CayCay Richard Lamoureux October 14, 2015 at 7:54 PM Thanks again, I drew on an old memory for this one.

Poet Destroyer A April 5, 2015 at 4:11 PM RICHARD, Dropped by to say hi and congratulate you on having your poem selected by Soup's Administration. This is a wonderful poem to have featured on the homepage. Have yourself a Happy Easter ~Always & Forever~ LINDA

Casarah Nance June 26, 2014 at 8:05 PM That happens a lot, I would rather be a minimalist and have the time money and energy to meet and greet people. In the end which matters more, the memories or the memoriablia. Good write my friend. You make me wonder with you words and it keeps me wanting more! Richard Lamoureux October 14, 2015 at 7:54 PM You are on the right track dear Casarah!

Jon A Cavanaugh December 2, 2012 at 8:55 AM And so the story goes / of those / who horde a perishable treasure / the values they maintain / the standards by which measure / what gain have they then when they leave this wondrous earth / They even lose and leave behind priceless children that they birth.... Your poem rings so sadly true. Great write. Richard Lamoureux December 2, 2012 at 9:16 AM Thanks Jon, you honor me with your kind words.

Anne-Lise Andresen October 25, 2012 at 12:58 PM Welcome you to the P-Soup - hope you will have a lot of fun to share your poems here with us. - One very well written poem, I like it - well done dear poet. Have a nice afternoon. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :) Richard Lamoureux October 25, 2012 at 1:23 PM Thanks, I am glad you enjoyed, there are so many great writers on this site, I am enjoying the process. I'm sorry I didn't participate sooner. Have a great day

Joann Grisetti October 25, 2012 at 12:10 PM I like the way your poem ends; everyone has some good in them. Welcome to PS. Richard Lamoureux October 25, 2012 at 12:35 PM I do agree, however this fellow had no choice in the giving. Thanks for taking time to read my poem. Thanks for the welcome.