Names Poem by Elorm Dogbo

Looking at the situation now
You might have drawn
Your conclusions about me
You might call me poor, the poor one
Because I have nothing to boast of
You might call me poor, the poor one
Because that is what the seasons
Had made me now
You might call me poor, the poor one
Because I exempted myself, unlike you did
By sacrificing others’ happiness for yours
You might call me poor, the poor one
And because I imagine to have things
You believe
I can never achieve
Would you call me poor
Because I decided to wait on Him?