to the finale of “Tomorrow” from the musical Annie

Fuel prices go up
Bet your shrinking dollar that tomorrow
They will soar!
Inflation will rise
All the things you shop for
Will cost more!

The money you slaved
To save
Is worth less
The government’s bet
On debt
Your standard of life
Might force you to borrow
For your need

Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I fear you
And POTUS’s spending creed!



Will Spiller is a poet living in Florida.

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