Reality Cheques Poem by NikMorgan ...

Things get broken
Houses need repair
How can we manage
The money isn’t there

Debts are calling
They never wait for long
There’s nothing left to give
The moneys all but gone

Even with basic living
Costs are incurred
I’ll sort you out tomorrow
All I have today is my word

Prices are rising
Spirits falling fast
Wallets all are empty
The money doesn’t last

No clouds with silver linings
Times are hard all around
There’s no chance of a holiday
We have a weak and feeble pound

It’s hard not to choke
When your paying through the nose
With a very impulse decision
Your obligation grows

Things get broken
Hope, heart and mind
There is no quick fix
For what the economy has maligned