"Many hands make light work"
We struck forth in a huff, with our wagons
Loaded with all our worldly goods.
You stayed behind, to rest from toiling
With your heavy carts of materials.
We aimed to search for sweeter ground,
And you sought a smoother road.
All of us met again on that refugee trail.
We were re-tracing our path to find
Our point of departure.
You were tracking our trail to find
Your lost fellows.
We all enjoyed a tearful hearty laugh,
As we realized it was our friendship
Which had lightened our loads.