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!

Gone Too Soon...

There are a lot of tributaries for the World's Best Entertainer, the King of Pop, Michael Jackson... Instead of writing about him or his life, I would just like to recall words from his own song. It seems the song was written for him for this day itself...

Title : Gone too soon.
Album : Dangerous, 1991
Artist : Michael Jackson


Like A Comet
Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon

Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon

Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon

Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon

Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon

Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon

Obituary to the Pillsbury Doughboy !

I was going through the newspapers and reached the obituaries section. I wondered if people are valued more after death than their value while alive.
But than I thought, what about those things that will not die... They may never be valued properly?

Consider an obituary to Mickey Mouse, Barbie or maybe to Ronald McDonald of MacDonald's.

Just as my train of thoughts took off the station I was considering the obituary for Pillsbusy Doughboy.
How interesting would be his obituary...

I decided, let me give it a thought and I came up with this one :


Veteran Pillsbury spokesman Pop N. Fresh died yesterday of a severe yeast infection. He was 71.

Known to friends as Bake-n-Serve, Fresh was an good chef, an avid gardener and tennis player. Fresh was buried in one of the largest funeral ceremonies in recent years. Dozens of celebrities turned out including Mr. Doughnut, Ms. Butterscotch, The chocolate pudding and Apple pie.

The graveside was piled high with flours as his wife Poppie Fresh delivered the eulogy, describing Fresh as a man who "never knew how much he was kneaded."

Fresh rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with many turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes - conned by those who buttered him up.

Still, even as a crusty old man, he was a roll model for millions. Fresh is survived by his wife Poppie Fresh. They have two children, Biscuit and Muffin, and another bun in the oven.

The funeral was held at 350 degrees for about 20 minutes.
Yoo Hoooo !!!