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