who,
you reminded me of the poem written by Hensen Towne. Here it is
--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 friend's 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.
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