In prison when you have no money, and you can't buy commissary, and the hours and the days drag by like a tortoise searching a garden. It's the little things that make the time bearable. Someone gives you a package of noodles or a cup of coffee, or a bar of good soap. Kindness in hell goes a long way. It's the simple pleasures that I took for granted that I relish now: Steaming hot water, a bed with a real mattress, and a library with thousands of books to read. I have writing paper, ink pens, and reading glasses to see with; it could be worse.
Check out my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0-hHZ6O8u0