Around the corner I have a friend, <br />In this great city that has no end, <br />Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, <br />And before I know it, a year is gone. <br /> <br />And I never see my old friends face, <br />For life is a swift and terrible race, <br />He knows I like him just as well, <br />As in the days when I rang his bell. <br /> <br />And he rang mine but we were younger then, <br />And now we are busy, tired men. <br />Tired of playing a foolish game, <br />Tired of trying to make a name. <br /> <br />'Tomorrow' I say! 'I will call on Jim <br />Just to show that I'm thinking of him', <br />But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, <br />And distance between us grows and grows. <br /> <br />Around the corner, yet miles away, <br />'Here's a telegram sir,' 'Jim died today.' <br />And that's what we get and deserve in the end. <br />Around the corner, a vanished friend.<br /><br />Charles Hanson Towne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/around-the-corner-7/
