Seven a.m., the usual
morning lineup
Start on the chores and
sweep 'till the floor's
all clean
Polish and wax, do laundry
and mop and shine up
Sweep again, and by
then it's like 7:15
And so I'll read a book
Or maybe two or three
I'll add a few new
paintings to my
gallery
I'll play guitar and knit
And cook and basically
Just wonder when will
my life begin?
Then after lunch it's
puzzles and darts
and baking
Paper mache, a bit
of ballet and chess
Pottery and ventriloquy,
candle making
Then I'll stretch, maybe
sketch, take a climb
Sew a dress!
And I'll reread the books
If I have time to spare
I'll paint the walls
some more
I'm sure there's
room somewhere
And then I'll brush
and brush
And brush and
brush my hair
Stuck in the same place
I've always been
And I'll keep wanderin'
and wanderin'
And wanderin' and
wonderin'
When will my life begin?
And tomorrow night
The lights will appear
Just like they do on my
birthday each year
What is it like
Out there where
they glow?
Now that I'm older
Mother might just
Let me go