Stealing Time

I steal some time to write a poem Though other chores are waiting, For when I have a moment free There is no hesitating. I grab my pencil and my pad And hope ideas are flowing. Of course, at times, I have no clue Just where they’ll end up going. The papers waiting to be read, What I need from the store, The emails, dishes, floors to clean Will have to wait some more. ‘Cause once my poem is written, Other chores I will attack. I can take the time I’ve stolen And begin to pay it back.