No More Toilet Paper, No More Matches (prediction from 2023)

We never believed climate change was real back in our day until part of California and the lower third of Florida were reclaimed by the sea.      
The fabled city of New Orleans      
Never had a chance.      
Those with bicycles are envied      
Now that all the gasoline is gone.      
Fat farmers toil themselves into shape      
Or face starvation.      
Clean water is scarce, food is gathered or Grown.      
Stealing chickens or eggs is worthy of death.      
Large houses filled with fine antiques were    
Once admired, but everyone knows they had    
To chop them all up just to stay warm last Winter.      
No more cell phones, electricity, computers,      
Or television. Whatever will we do?      
Those who can make music or sing are still Entertained, but all the songs are sad.      
Guns without ammo are useless clubs, the Slingshot and bow are now prized after the Last of the canned food was gone.      
No more medicine signaled the end.      
When there was no more toilet paper and no More matches we knew we were without Hope.      
The calamities of 2045 had wiped out many  
And still others wished they were dead.      
By 2060 those left figured they were on the Other side of bad times.      
Always a remnant survives to trudge on, to
Eek out a living, to somehow hang on.      
Without toilet paper or matches, but with only The tiniest inkling of hope which just barely Enough to keep them going.