Comforted Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Comforted

Today, I, after days,
Maybe weeks, or further,
Cured my consciousness…

On the roadside, a sign said:
"Fresh fruits, jams, and eggs."

I entered, selected,
Bought one Jar,
A few eggs.

Prices were written,
No person as a cashier,
No witness, just conscious.

My shopping was dozens,
Of small, and larger,
Then dropped the dollars.

When at home, saw boxes,
And noticed, had paid less,
Consciousness was injured.

Felt guilty and cheater,
But today I returned,
Paid balance, recovered.