FRIENDSHIP - by CHARLES HANSON TOWNE
 

Around the corner I have a friend

In this great city that has no end.

Yet days go by and weeks rush on,

And before I know it a year has 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.  We were young then.

And now we are busy and 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'm thinking of him.

But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes

And the distance between us grows and grows.

Around the corner - yet miles away.

"Here's a telegram sir - Jim died today"

And that's what you get and deserve in the end,

Around the corner - a vanished friend