A marvelous poem by Charles Hanson 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 past 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'll call on Jim
Just to show that I am thinking of him,"
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
The distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away...
Here's a telegram, Sir, "Jim died today"
And thats what we get and deserve at the end,
Around the corner, a vanished friend...
- by Charles Hanson Towne
It's not the distance that separates, its ourselves... Call your friends now, before its too late!
Very true.. Nilay,
ReplyDeleteIts not the distance that seperates its ourself only...!