Wanderers

My tribe is lost,
We've paid life's cost
Many and many a time.
Crossing the desert,
We searched for wells,
Leaving the traces
In my cells.
We left Africa
By Egypt's gate.
Compared to us,
The pyramids were late.
We wandered north,
Then east and west,
Determined on the lonely track,
Facing always forward,
And never looking back.

10/10/15