I was one of eight siblings. There was the occasional sibling peer discussion about whether we were poor or not.  The final outcome of those discussions was that we were not poor, based on the reasoning that the really poor often endured despair... and that was something we had never experienced.

Now, many years later I see that there are kinds of poverty beyond economic.   Some are emotionally or intellectually impoverished and when poverty exist, despair sometimes takes hold.

And... despair is like the monkey that the old First Sergeant warned about as he talked to his troops.  "Men, if you ever let the monkey jump on your back, its tough to shake him."