Too Many Yesterday, Too Many Tormorrows

Too Many Yesterdays, Too Few Tomorrows Verse 1 They say age is just a number, But mine’s heavier than theirs. I’ve carried every sunrise, I’ve counted every prayer. Dreams I kept in boxes, Still waiting to be found, Now the clock ticks softer, But it still spins me around. Chorus Too many yesterdays, too few tomorrows, A heart full of memories, a pocket of sorrows. I can’t turn back the years, can’t buy back the time, But I can stand here tonight, claim what was mine. Too many yesterdays, too few tomorrows— That’s just the truth in these lines. Verse 2 I once thought I’d be fearless, Build bridges to the sky, But I let some chances pass me, Didn’t even try. And now when someone younger says, “You’re only as old as you feel,” I smile and say, “That’s easy, child, When your number’s not this real.” Chorus Too many yesterdays, too few tomorrows, A heart full of memories, a pocket of sorrows. I can’t turn back the years, can’t buy back the time, But I can stand here tonight, claim what was mine. Too many yesterdays, too few tomorrows— That’s just the truth in these lines. Bridge Don’t mistake my quiet sighs For giving up or regret. I’ve lived a thousand lifetimes In the faces I’ve met. Still there’s a hunger burning That no calendar can tame— Even at seventy-two, The dream still calls my name. Final Chorus Too many yesterdays, too few tomorrows, But I’ll chase what’s left with no time to borrow. I can’t change the past, but I’ll sing it out loud, An old woman standing, unbroken, and proud. Too many yesterdays, too few tomorrows— And still I’m writing my lines.