Pondering

I'm sitting here and reasoning how
It all began, the here and now
Faces of friends come and go
have they too pondered, yearned to know

In years gone by it mattered not
The journey forged, led to this spot
I've seen the turns, for I walked each step
I laughed the laughs, shed tears and wept

So the trek was tough seems there's no doubt
Fulfilling, frustrating making me shout
Suddenly its there,what a fool for not knowing
Its not how I got here, its where i'm going

P.D. Stickland