I have at least three projects due
But the hours left in the day are few.
And now a little poem tugs
At my hand with a vigour new.
I cannot play with you just yet.
Could you come at the time we set?
In the morning, around my desk?
For I shall then be in your debt.
Important versus urgent tasks?
The poem with a tantrum asks.
I laugh out and go play with it
Forgetting about wearing masks.