Retired Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

One lift of our society opens silent as a tiger
Down below many cats get fed by my wife,
A pensioner without any deadline or constraint
I watch things around, and write them down.

The text changes in the official context, though.
Our ego is so large that it never retires:
But the chair’s tenant behaves like the owner
Instant by instant comparing to what he was!

Not that I don’t try to remind myself
Of my state being no longer kingly
And that thousands at my bidding not fly,
I can only stare, stand and wait for ever.

When I go to meet them, some get up
And some don’t, I cant judge what is up:
I think they are trying to judge now
That they are powerful, and if I am aware.

I refrain from speaking out the point or request
It may be true that I have gone through both sides,
But they are yet to reach that stage to understand
My position, and I feel that a time will come for them too.

When I sit down on the cement benches
To write just two lines a few seconds
Plenty of mosquitoes crowd to bite my legs
But before my retirement too, they did bite!

When I resume walking, there is something
Below one knee-cap and on other leg on calf
A feeling to make me think of stop and scratch,
Which I sometimes do, and sometimes ignore.