Seven A. M., 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, seven- fifteen
And soI'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, its puzzles, and darts and baking...
Papier- machÉ, a bit of ballet, and chess...
Pottery and ventriloquy, candle- making...
Then I'll stretch
Maybe sketch
Take a climb
Sew a dress
AndI'll re- read the books
If I have time to spare
I'll paint the wall 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
AndI'll keep wondering
And wondering
And wondering
And wondering
When will my life begin?