Writing Prompt: Write about a time you felt poor

I suppose my first thought upon reading this prompt was the definition of "poor." I'll go with a poem. 

My heart does this thing
It goes-
Boom Boom--Boom
When I see your faces-
It goes Boom Boom--Boom
And then I see that look
In your eyes that plagues
Your days and creates a
Watery liquid that drowns 
Your pores. 
And I'm so sorry life has made
You feel that way. It isn't right
And even though my heart it
Goes Boom Boom--Boom, for you,
It aches likes an ingrown nail.
Pushing into the skin, though
No one sees the pain. So I try
To figure out how I will fix it.
Without having the right clippers
With me at that very moment. 
I try to make a plan to make 
The pain go away.
I wish I had the secret to 
Winning the lottery. Or the secret
That would make that boy fall in 
Love with you. Or the secret that
Makes business succeed. Or that
Secret that creates a smile on 
Your sorrowful face.
But I do not have that secret.
Though my heart still goes 
Boom Boom--Boom for you.
And some day, I hope the Boom
Boom--Boom will be just enough.