These quiet times cherished

Alone with my thoughts

To solve a world of concerns

Or to ponder insignificances


A price cannot be assigned

To the importance of solitude

An entire wholeness of being

At one with my surroundings


A penny for my thoughts?

Why, I could give you change

Sometimes my thoughtful look

Has absolutely nothing behind it


Treasured and rare my moments

Where the troubles of the world

Kneel before me in surrender

So I may meditate on their demise


A jungle full of hardships

Or a raging sea of monotony

Can be solved within this time

Of solitary thought and purpose