Around the Corner

* got this from some old e-mails printed out by my dad; i couldn't find out who made this poem.

Around a corner I have a friend
In this great city that has no end
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on
And before I know it, a year is gone
And I never see my old friend's face
For life is a swift and terrible race
He knows I like him just as well
As in days when i rang his bell
And he rang mine.

We were younger then
And now we are busy, tired men
Tired of playing a foolish game
Tired of trying to make a name
"Tomorrow," I say, "I will call on Jim"
"Just to show that I'm thinking of him"
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows
Around the corner yet miles away
"Here's a telegram, sir - "
"Jim died today."

And that's what we get and deserve in the end
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

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-author unknown-