Personally, I don't think of being 'poor' and living in 'poverty' as quite the same thing.
To me, 'poor' can be used to describe those who have just enough to live on, to cover their basic needs, enough even (if they 'cut their cloth' accordingly) to be able to cope when, for example, the washing machine dies and has to be replaced. Not enough, however, to afford any of life's little luxuries, such as a meal out, at the drop of a hat.
'Poverty', however, I see as not having enough income, no matter how you 'cut your cloth'. to guarantee covering most basic needs every month, let alone be able to make any provision for things like a washing machine breaking down (or even replacing a watch battery!). Living like that, knowing that homelessness is a very real possibility, must be absolutely awful.
A few weeks ago I made a point of going to the supermarket near closing time on a Sunday, to see if I could pick up any bargains. I was shocked to see a number of people already hanging around the meat and bread isles with the same idea. The reason for my shock was their appearance, which left me in no doubt that they were in genuine need of the cheap food.
Having made the trip to the supermarket, I didn't want to leave empty handed, and grabbed myself a pack of frying steak for 27p. Ever since then, I've felt awful about this. Their need was so much greater than mine.
To compound my guilt, I only managed to get it by taking it from the employee's trolley before he'd even put it on the shelf. I only got away with it because I was a 'normal' shopper. Those desperate people were being shouted at and treated like animals as they tried to get the things from the shelves and certainly wouldn't have been allowed to do what I had done.
That incident opened my eyes to true need, and although I can't do anything to help those particular individuals now, I will now donate to the food bank whenever I have the opportunity.