When Will My Life Begin

7 am, the usual morning lineup:

Start on the chores and sweep

'til the floor's all clean,

Polish and wa , 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 wonderin' and wonderin',

and wonderin', and wonderin'

When will my life begin?

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.