McDermott's second hand
furniture store
Was on the Bedsford Road
Coleraine
I remember my da took me
there
I was only a bit of a wean
He bought me a wind up
gramophone
I remember to this day
I would sit outside on our railings
And wind it up to play
The one record that came with it
Was played over and over again
Until I could have sung it backwards
As every word stuck in my brain
Now fifty odd years later that
song had a message it would seem
The song that stuck in my memory, was
'When I grow to old to dream'
My father brought me an album, Oliver, which contained songs I still find myself humming some forty seven tears later....I wrote about it in my poem, Of Oliver's...it's funny how we store these memories, to replay them again. I am grateful you have taken me back, today, a well needed reminder. Beautiful piece! PEACE
Beautiful poem. I remember one incidence of about 53 yrs.ago.My D brought me a pen for me which was costly.Just next day one saint came seeking alms from my house. I gave it to that saint. Thanks for getting me 53 yrs. back.10+++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah, So you think perhaps you have reached that age. Tut-tut, There is no such an age, I am sure you have found. But as I remember the song, it was a romantic thought. Read mine - I Cannot Return - Adeline