Whether naked or afraid
In the most desolate of places
In the loneliest of moments
Or darkest of spaces
Not a penny to your name
Nor coat on your back
Not a crumb in your stomach
Nor morsel to snack
Closest to death
And the end now in sight
On your last breath
And losing the fight
It matters not time
It matters not place
You can always find humor
And a smile on your face.