A Poem
Around the corner I have some friends
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 friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race.
They know I like them just as well,
As in the days when I rang their bell,
And they rang mine, we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
"Just to show that I'm thinking of them."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner!- yet miles away,
Here's a telegram sir-"Christina died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
Author Unknown