Small Change Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Restless am I, discontented,
But not from the beginning!
After sitting in sofa, I find it low.
Look at a higher seat
But by experience I know if I took it
I shall find light there inadequate,
Cannot read, or have light from front
In the eyes - I am not happy,
But only in the details.
I have to train my mind
To accept what is, and raise the bar
To register need for change
Only if it is substantially painful.

The man got up, and I came to the massage chair
I had done it once before and liked it much
With my back not fully in order,
It is pleasant to geta mechanical massage
The hammerings make blood flow fasst
And gives you the feel that something
Is being done. Why cant we have it in all
Airports, and here why not more than one?
Ah there! you read stanza one again!
Oops when my shoe'd feet are pressed, it is sexy.

As a retired man, with no ambitions
Like a career official, I should look to
Acquiring experiences such as these
To stretch levels of awareness
And explore consciousness with itself
Not work with doctors or instruments or rays.
Doesn't matter if I draw a blank
Though I doubt that: materialistic,
Consumerist philosophy gives way
As I grow old, makes me look inside
Treating small change not as charitiy
Nor as treasures of Silas Marner
But as fruits and flowers
On way to the garden of Life
From which we were thrown out long ago,
Or into which we never got identified in full.