Around the Corner

Around the Corner

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 is gone,
And I never see my old friends'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 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 am 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 we get and deserve in the end:
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

"Charles Hanson Towne"



Amen. That is always a good word and one we sometimes only think of when we loose someone. Life is short, love those God places in it.