When will my life begin

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

So I read a book, or maybe two or three,
I'll add a view new paintings to my gallery,
I 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 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 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.
And I keep won'dring and won'dring and won'dring and won'dring,
When will my life begin,

Tomorrow night, the lights will appear
Just like the 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.