If Ever Too Old to Dream

by John Herlihy

If ever I grow too old to dream,

I will still have you to remember.

Fickle dreams not what they seem,

Falling as autumn leaves in November.

Whenever I grow too old to stay behind

I will always have you to remember

The gift of your blessing as loving, kind

First day of January till end of December

If ever I grow too old and can no longer stay,

I will still have you clearly etched in my mind.

These treasured feelings time will never betray,

In a cruel world the one thing that remains kind.

If ever I grow too old, I will take my leave,

And I will take you with me to remember.

Leave all the emotions for others to grieve,

Free beyond time, no dream to remember.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Sunday 21 September 2025