Wait

Why is it always wait. Great inspiration comes. Oh, but wait. I gotta do this first. An idea to write, to create,to make. But wait. Always wait. Some task,Some duty,Something that cannot waitMust be done first. The doldrums of lifeFilled with inspirationTwisting in the headTill the chores are done. A great poem comes,With urgency to writeOr loseContinue reading “Wait”