7 AM, the usual morning line up
Start on the chores
and sweep til the floors all clean
Polish and wax, do laundry
and mop and shine up
Sweep again and by then its like 7:15.

And so Ill read a book
Or maybe two or three
Ill add a few new paintings
to my gallery
Ill play guitar and knit
And cook and basically
Just wonder when will my life begin?

Then after lunch its puzzles
and darts and baking
Paper mache a bit of ballet and chess
Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making
Then Ill stretch, maybe sketch,
take a climb, Sew a dress!

And Ill reread the books
If I have time to spare
Ill paint the walls some more
Im sure theres room somewhere
And then Ill brush and brush
and brush and brush my hair

Stuck in the same place Ive always been.
And Ill keep wonderin and wonderin
And wonderin and wonderin
When will my life begin?

And tomorrow night
Lights will appear
Just like they do
on my birthday each year
What is it like
Out there where they glow?
Now that Im older
Mother might just
Let me go