The title is misleading on purpose. A couple of reflections from my children as a child living in poverty.

When I was just a little lad
our family was never well clad.
Clothes were worn and full of patches
how hard to have color matches.
Sometimes we’d have family back
to visit with used clothes in a sack.
It was like Christmas as we’d sit
to find out whom each thing would fit.
Hand-me-downs were not a drag.
We were glad to see the old bag.

Each week we’d go to town to shop
for food to eat and then we’d stop
at the bakery by the tracks
where they sold pastries in a big sack.
Farmers bought them to feed the hogs
or for the chickens or the dogs.
Through the bread to the donuts we’d dig
leave the old dry bread for the pig.
Grab some sweets and pull off the tag,
sure glad to see the old bag.