give them their due

Some women ask for jewelry, roses or such I ask for books and solitude, not so very much. Give them their riches, give them their fame. But give me an hourglass, willed to my name. A place where I can sit, be alone and read all day. While others wear finery, and prance in a weird way. Give me some novels, a hymnal, a poetry book or two. I want solitude, snacks and books. You do what you do.