El Dorado

Home bound, the weary feet go,

The tired travelers from Eldorado.

The glitter in their eyes dazzled by the truth's glare,

When the dreams of a fortune turned into a nightmare.

The young feet scaled the rugged terrains,

And the sturdy fleet braved the torrid rains.

They are now back to where they started from,

It’s been a long day, a long day indeed, under the sun.

The yellow stone that lead them all the way,

Broke their young bones and burnt their black curls, grey.

And while providence stood in silence at all that they underwent,

In the myth of their desires, their entire youth was spent.

Poor in their pockets, poor in their souls,

Back they return, to piece their lives into a whole.

"Eldorado! Eldorado!", their hearts still yearn,

It’s a hard way life, it’s a hard way that you learn.

The pink faces that fluttered the maidens' hearts,

Are bristling with the beards of a time lost,

And the twinkling eyes that bode

Farewell to their mothers' wombs,

Are now eager for an early rest in their tombs.