**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...