Poetry: "Sleeping On a Cold Floor" A work in progress

Poetry:  "Sleeping On a Cold Floor"    A work in progress

           Sleeping on a cold floor
           Someone's knocking at the front door
           The tax man wants more, more, more
           Which really hurts you when you're poor
            And the guns roar
           When you're desperate enough to go to war
         
            Sleeping on a floor that's cold
            It's really hard when you're getting old
            Living a life that's bold
            Daring to break out of the religious fold
            Not a care about the glitter of gold
            Eating food that may have mold
            Smoking things that you have rolled
            Living off of things you've sold
            Worrying about what you were told
             Tempted to jump into a hole...