I do have a morning routine, of course I do, but no one wants to know about the habits of a four ring old Bart like me. So today I’ve written about a much more important routine.

THE GREAT CIRCLE OF LIFE.

I can hear the beating of my mothers heart, as I wait for life to start
I wait for the midwife to make the cut, from my mother then to part
I wait for every care and every feed, I wait for mum to satisfy my needs
I wait to play with my toys, I wait for school to play with other boys

I wait for good exam results, or will it end in failure?
I wait for applications for a job, even sent one to South Australia
I wait to start a job someday, I got a job hip, hip hurray!
I wait every month to get my pay, I wait for promotion to come one day

I wait to see you looking over your book
I wait for you to take another look
I wait for you to take my hand, and walk together on the sand
I wait for you to just say yes, you will wear your wedding dress

I wait at the alter for my love to come
I wait in my suit looking fine and handsome
I wait for a mortgage then a house
I wait in the hospital, quiet as a mouse

I can hear the beating of my mothers heart, as I wait for life to start
I wait for the midwife to make the cut, from mother then to part
I wait for mum to brush my curls, I wait for mum she is my world
I wait to play with other girls, I wait for life to come unfurled

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I did originally finish with a repeat of the first verse, but thought it may not click.

All words Meadowhead Bard.