Dave Bonta's "Restful" sketches an old person settled into a life with almost nothing to show for it, and perfectly happy anyway. The speaker keeps their money in a paper bag, which is about as far from a bank vault as you can get, and stores rainwater in the cellar instead of relying on anything grander. These are small, humble details, and they suggest a simple, perhaps frugal way of living.
The turn comes in the last line: "but great content." That "but" admits that an outsider might expect worry or regret, then waves the expectation away. The speaker doesn't seem to need security, comfort or status to feel at peace.
The short, stripped-down lines mirror this attitude. Nothing is crowded or fussy, and the poem ends quickly, as if there's no more to say. The mood is calm, quietly humorous and gently satisfied. It hints that being old and having little can feel like freedom rather than loss.