BEADS ON A FRAGILE STRING

This poem is inspired by my life
and by poet Ernest Dowson (1867-1900)
best remembered for his phrase, days of wine and roses
from his poem Vitae Summa Brevis, which includes the stanza:
‘They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while,
Then closes within a dream.’

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My memory bank — an indestructible fort knox
Holds the golden moments of my life private and public
And now
I open wide the door to let you in.
Walk the paths that spread before you
Misty streams or bright tributaries,
Touch and feel my words,
Fragments of my life
Threaded together like prayer beads
On a fragile string,
Touch and feel them with your heart
And return to them again and again.

There have been days of wine and roses in my life
And now
With increasing frequency
There are days of magic and mystery.
Each day I know not the outcome
And welcome it as a gift
A gift out of nowhere
Like ancient rocks crystallizing on cavern walls
From water dripping incessantly.

My life plays out in my favour