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.