Around the Corner

                        
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 friends 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.                             

If, 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.         

-By Henson Towne