It’s fifty pounds off a hundred pound dinner.
It’s remembering parties and champagne.
It’s dreaming of live sport - there for the winner!
It’s saving Christmas! and driving again.
It’s missing hobbies and gym subscriptions.
It’s fingers crossed, dreaming of holidays.
It’s having daily streaming decisions.
It’s sneaking about and finding new ways.
No, the news says: nothing to celebrate;
Sales of Champagne fall by eighteen percent.
Maybe now you see that restricted fate
Brings lives of sliding, unwitnessed descent.
When you have to live in poverty lives
Life is always cold windowpane goodbyes.