Around the corner

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!