The Fear

The Fear I don´t mind to be old it is a natural progression what I fear is poverty, I know what it is to be poor. I react if sensing my funds are in any way exposed, sometimes I over-react and lashes out. There is nothing good in scarcity not being able to drink a glass of wine, to eat crumbs from the rich. To beg for food or go to a food-bank get canned Beans in tomato sauce and corn flakes. Not to shower too expensive heat the water. I know how poverty smells, like stale piss it clings to your skin and takes years to wash off.