Inflation’s rise, a cruel surprise, A creeping foe that never dies, It eats away at all we save, Leaves us with less, a lesser wave. Once comfortable, now we’re stressed, Prices soar, our money’s less, A simple life now hard to lead, Inflation’s grip, a noose indeed. We toil and sweat, but still we lack, No matter how hard we work, we’re trapped, In this cycle of rising cost, Our happiness, a distant ghost.