Poverty is a condition and state of mind that haunts our reality during hard times.

I am in search of some place to lay my head

A warm soft pillar would not be bad

With the addition of a love one near my head

The comfort of my bed is a mission I had

 I know to live alone will be an uncomfortable scene

Because the love within me is not for self

It is something to be shared like wanting good health

A place where you feel secure and at peace

A place for both you and me

I need thick soft blankets for the cold dark nights

They must cover my body from head to toe

The comfort of my bed no other need know

To prevent the crisp air outside from entering my front door

As I lay quiet while the wind howl outside

There is only peace and love inside

The comfort of my bed is where I want to be

No other place I can feel free

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