As time wore on-
on the desert's dry, dead, and desolate sand-
under the desert's hot blinding and pestering sun-
I left my mother
and joined the caravan
to help carry myrrh, water pipes, grain and incense sticks
from town to town.
I was young.
I was swift
and I was the lead camel
at the very front of the caravan
just like my father had been
before me.
I had no baby fur anymore,
my hair was glossy and smooth.
There was always a twinkle in my eye
and speedy was my move.
I was getting older.

As time wore on-
on the desert's thirsty, breathless, and copious sand-
under the desert's fiery, glaring, and tantalizing sun-
heavier goods were loaded on me
in the caravan.
I carried salt, carpets, furniture, and gold
for several thousand miles.
I was skillful.
I was strong
and it was me
who got to carry one of the three wise men
such as none of my ancestors have done
before me.
I was not as fast as I was before,
but instead my muscles grew much stronger.
There was still a twinkle in my eye,
and I could go for distances longer.
I was getting older.

As time wore on-
on the desert's dusty, lifeless, abundance of sand-
under the desert's flaming, bright, and destructive sun-
my legs grew tired and my hooves were old
in the caravan.
I carried jewels, water, food, and travelers
from resting spot to resting spot.
I was old.
I was slow
and stumbled
at the very end of the caravan
just like my sister had done
before me.
I was not energetic anymore
and my fur was weather-beaten and very rough.
There was seldom a twinkle in my eye
and I was not longer tough.
I was getting older.

As time wore on-
on the desert's barren, asleep, and infinite sand-
under the desert's sizzling, radiant, and taunting sun-
my master sent me into exile
to wander the desert on my own.
All I carried was a heavy heart
as I stumbled through the wilderness alone.
I was lonesome.
I was glum,
and I was an ancient forgotten camel now
in no more caravan
just like my brother had been
before me.
I had no friends anymore,
my skin was bald and my hair was gray.
There was no more twinkle in my eye,
or so I heard everyone say.
I was getting older.

As time wore on-
on the desert's waterless, unconscious, many grains of sand-
under the desert's blistering, intensive, and tormenting sun-
I fell down,
closed my eyes
and had a vivid dream:
It was about the different loads I carried
for many thousands of miles.
I remembered the wise man
on my back,
and what was so special about that night.

I remembered how I was young,
how I was swift,
how I was strong
and I remembered
how I told my children
everything I knew.

I opened my eyes
and my heart filled with glee.
There was an even brighter twinkle in my eye
as there may ever be!

I knew that
in the years to come,
my friends will all forget me,
but
I have been of use!
I have lived a life!
Just as my mother had done
before me.

My eyes then closed once more,
to be never opened again
on the desert's sandy floor.