Spare Time Poem by bob barci

Waiting out
this time I've got,
this spare time needs to be filled up.
One friend is busy
with things he wants to do,
while another,
is expected to arrive in one-half hour.
Not to let this spare time I've got slip away,
I'll fill this paper with words.
Words that I create on the spot.
Through the headphones,
Elton tells me about a madman.
If I could,
I'd tell him of this spare time I have.
Not to let it go to waste,
I fill up paper.
This paper is meant for words.
Words that slip out during my spare time.
That time when I have no special plans.
When that time runs out,
I'm off and running for whatever purpose.
With no time to spare anymore,
this paper becomes filled up
and my thoughts are completed.