No Palaces Or Treasures Poem by Przemyslaw Musialowski

No palaces or treasures
will ever compensate us the loss of loved ones,
the cheerful barking of our beloved dog,
that happy morning time when mothers were sending us to school.

Only bright memories remain:
of a cloudless sky and birds singing their songs
in the evergreen Garden of Youth;

memories that are always so close but so elusive
that sometimes we wonder if it all happened at all

or maybe we are just dreaming
a dream as real as life.