SEVEN A.M.
THE USUAL MORNING LINE-UP
START ON THE CHORES
AND SWEEP
'TIL THE FLOOR'S ALL CLEAN
POLISH AND WAX, DO LAUNDRY
AND MOP AND SHINE UP
SWEEP AGAIN AND BY THEN
IT'S LIKE, SEVEN-FIFTEEN
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
PAPIER-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 RE-READ 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 WONDERIN'
AND WONDERIN'
AND WONDERIN' 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...