an ode

Here is a poem I wrote in honor of Bl Pier Giorgio Frassati for english class.

His atheistic father founds a rag
announcing socialistic revolution;
his overbearing mother plays the nag
against Frassati's Christian resolution.
Though others said "you poor will always have,"
absolved of all responsibility
to fellow man, not so for him who gave
as best he could of his ability.
He laughed and joked and merry made with friends.
"Verso l'alto" called blessed Pier Frassati,
with hands both op'ning wide, he lends,
and makes some time when'er his poor sought he.
Yet father, mother, sister little knew,
Of faith, of works, of holy life lived true.

I know, the rhyme scheme doesn't quite work, and there's some extra syllables here and there, but overall I think it turned out quite well.