When we have gone far away from those days
And come back again, looking for all the relics
We have stored away in the house of memories,
We find them processed with patina
Like one can find it on an old coin.
But every coin has two sides and the upsides
Look more wondrous to us.
And the house may be slanting
And the rooms are veiled with gauze;
And the relics may be dusty
But they shine with an inner light.