Solitude Poem by Billy Loving

Just a quiet day
Nothing much to say
Dogs bark outside
All alone inside
From my lonely perch
My mind, I sometimes search
Solitude, a joyous pleasure
Peace, too important to measure
No one to instigate
Nothing to agitate
TV just a blur
No interest does it incur
A book beside me I do pick up
As I sip from my cup
In it's pages, joy I do find
While the story continues to unwind
Through it's pages, I ramble
As it's story, I unscramble
Here, a good place to stop for now
How it will end, I wonder how
As I sit back down
There is not a sound
Quiet, such a simple thing
But such joy, it can bring
A day, just like any other
Happily I pray, to enjoy another