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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