Often do I wonder,
Where would I be yonder.
The path is laid,
Oh!but the game is not often well played.
What should I do,
Where should I go,
When failure strikes with every blow.
"Never say die" said my soul,
I got up n started towards the pole
Often do I wonder,
Where would I be yonder.
Failure had struck with dead blow!
And in that I found my stepping stone.
Now as I do,
What I should always do,
I realized that I'll be remembered too.
Now as I wonder,
Standing on yonder,
I think of not the achievement that I made,
But the life that I spent for this desired fame.
Now as the years go by,
And that I am starting to dry,
I still think of not the achievement that I made,
But the journey I took which brought the once desired fame.
