**"The Echo of Inflation"**

Verse 1:

Hello dollar, my old friend,

I’ve come to spend you once again,

Because prices slowly started rising,

While our savings were downsizing,

And the thought of a tighter budget forms in my brain,

It remains,

Amid the echo of inflation.

Verse 2:

In crowded stores I walked alone,

Narrow aisles of goods all shown,

’Neath the glow of a neon sale,

I felt the pinch as prices fail,

When my eyes were met by the cost of a price too high,

That reached the sky,

Signaling the woes of inflation.

Verse 3:

And in the glaring light I saw,

Ten thousand shoppers, maybe more,

People queuing without buying,

Empty carts, sighs were sighing,

Folks clutching checks, afraid they might just bounce,

With every ounce,

Resonating the woes of inflation.

Verse 4:

“Folks,” said I, “you surely know,

Prices, like tides, ebb and flow,

Watch them rise without halting,

But if we rally, start exalting,

Like communities did in times quite old,

With spirit bold,

We might lessen the grip of inflation.”

Verse 5:

Yet my words, like silent drops fell,

In the chasm of commerce's swell,

And the people stood and prayed,

To the neon deals displayed,

And the sign declared its message,

Of the challenge that's ageless,

And it read, “Prices ever will ascend,”

No clear end,

Echoing the age of inflation.