**Whispers of Inflation**

In the market’s vibrant dance, whispers of inflation rise,
A subtle specter casting shades beneath cerulean skies.
Gold and silver lose their gleam, as paper wealth decays,
In every shop and every street, a ghostly specter sways.

Once a loaf of bread was bought with just a coin or two,
Now the purse is light, the price a startling view.
Dreams of savings, once so bright, now dimmed by rising cost,
In the race of daily life, how much is gained, how much is lost?

Economic tides can turn, a fickle, wayward breeze,
One day’s prosperity replaced by austerity's cold freeze.
The heart of commerce slows its beat, the shops with shadows filled,
In the silence of the markets, dreams of growth are stilled.

Depression drapes its mournful veil, over towns and cities wide,
In its wake, the bustling streets echo with lost pride.
Empty factories stand tall, monuments to days gone by,
Their windows dark, their whispers lost, beneath a troubled sky.

Yet in this quiet, seeds of hope lie dormant, waiting still,
For in the darkest nights of strife, the strongest hearts reveal.
Community and kindness bloom where once only numbers reigned,
In shared resilience and common dreams, new strength is always gained.

For cycles turn as they must, with time, the wheel will spin,
Through inflation’s rise and depression’s depth, new dawns shall begin.
Economic tides will ebb and flow, in patterns old and new,
And through it all, the human spirit finds a way to breakthrough.