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!