AROUND THE CORNER
by Henson Towne
Around the 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 the days when I
rang his bell,
And he rang mine.
As, 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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