Reality Cheque

The times they are a changing
I’ve heard those words before
But they’re not getting better
And I am very poor

Last year was ham and eggs
Last month was bread and ham
Since I’ve been made redundant
Now it’s simply bread and jam

I used to have real butter
Today it’s just plain toast
I haven’t any cash
The cheque’s still in the post

The bills just keep arriving
The gas has been switched off
The house is getting colder
I’ve got a dreadful cough

I wake up every morning
And shiver in my bed
Things really must get better
Or I might as well be dead

©Marian Barker