Inner Peace
None can deny, nor can anyone replace
The moments of repose found in a chair
The joys of simply staring into space
Are lovely as your lover’s lovely face
That serve to satisfy what is found there
That none deny, and nothing can replace
The unrepentent, looking for a place
Will find their stomachs empty, cupboards bare
Without the joys of staring into space
These bars of gold, these tablecloths of lace
Do not survive the contrasts of compare
That none deny, and so few can replace
A man might disappear without a trace
With silence on his lips, and not a prayer
And miss the joys of staring into space
Some find it not so easy to embrace
The nothing that is always lurking there
And fear the joys of staring into space
That few deny. And nothing can replace.