Memory Beads

Able hands enabled me an awesome childhood,

My youth was at ease with ideal ideas,

I saved my adulthood from all adultery.

Picking up all those marvelous memory beads,

I decked a necklace.

Geriatric frailty failed me,

With shivering hands I struggled a second time-

to deck those beads that I deem dearer than diamonds.

Mere memory loss they muttered and sent me to the mountains

So that they could reach high peaks in their life.

In delirium I dearly extended my digital extremity,

My dear ones failed to hold it,

Death did not fail to clasp it!