Poems Futuristic, Romantic, and Painful🧨💔

IT’S SCARY TO BE BROKE & UNMARRIED

I had money and beauty in 2022,
But no more of both in 2024.
It seems that fickle Beauty
Requires copious sums of funds to
Fulfill even the most basic duties!
I’m now a fading and non-dating lady
Forced to reside at my parents’lair,
Trying to pretend I don’t live there.
It’s hard on a Southern Bell like me,
Raised to always smile and please.

This has become impossible to achieve,
Depending on my Mum to keep mum
About the cash from her personal stash
She’s now forced to share with me!
So I feel like trash to bum from Mum.
Regardless, no matter what one earns,
Living expenses won’t protect
Even those with prodigious funds
From watching it blown and burned by
The egregiously inflated cost of living.

It ate me up and tossed my gifting, and
I’m now too old for heavy lifting.
My earth’s axis shifting, since I need
My unfulfilled dreams to stay, but
Feel them desperately drifting away.