Many Morrows

I think I have many tomorrows,
to play the cards I've been dealt,
morrows to ride the waves,
to give love I've deeply felt.

But morrows may not be many,
and cards may be hoarded or spent,
and waves may break me asunder,
and love may be borrowed or lent.

I think I have many tomorrows,
but the morrows may not have me,
so I'll find joy in each flower,
and dance with the sun and the sea.