We are born…alone, most times.
some are not…a cherished lot!
In solitude, we find our way,
through our life, just day by day.
No one there, when we come home,
not cat, nor dog, not toy, nor bone.
Not kid, nor mess, not mate nor stress,
You hate it when you have it,
but later, it is missed.
Some solitude is much desired,
some peace, is surely too, required.
Some time to get your head into,
the work you are attempting to do.
But too much time of isolation,
can lead One to a frustration,
meeting others other places,
can satisfy these inclinations.